#I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me I’ll be the [actor] staring in your bad dreams

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In a better world than this one, there’d be 400 AMVs about Sergei and Strahd set to Look What You Made Me Do

[lsholland]

London Lights (pt. 1) - Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (1st person)

Genre: Party!Tom

Warnings: swearing; alcohol; nothing much but I don’t recommend -18 to read.

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: Hey guys! That’s my first story on this blog. I hope you’ll like it. I’m not native so there may be a few mistakes. I’m trying a new genre of fiction. It’s my first Tom Holland fiction. It’ll be a series of 2-3 chapters. If you want to be part of the master list for Tom please like this post and message me. 

Synopsis: Quarantine has been tough. I’ve lost my boyfriend, and I’m feeling lonely. Clubs and restaurants are open again, but I feel like it’ll never be like it used to. My friends have been pushing me to install Tinder and go on dates. Well, tonight, I’m going on a date. I don’t really want to but I’m going to try and have fun for once. Just a few drinks and I’ll go home. What else could happen?

PS. You can read the story on Wattpad.

What am I doing here? I think to myself.

I matched with this guy on this famous dating app . . . And now I'm supposed to meet him here, at this bar. But I don't want to. I'm just hoping he won't show up so I can escape from this shit-place.

I've been seated at the table for a good 5 minutes. The waitress cleans up the table next to mine and asks if I'm ready to order.

No, I want to leave.

I quickly glance at the drinks menu.

"Ehm . . . A pour over Irish coffee, please."

She nods and leaves. I don't even know what I just ordered. I hope it tastes good. Hopefully it'll make me drunk enough not to remember this awful date.

It hasn't even started yet.

I'm sweating.

"Hey there" says a husky voice right behind me.

I turn around and see my date. His name is Jordan. He's good-looking and I bet he's intelligent, but I don't have this feeling with him. I don't know why I accepted to go on a date in the first place. It's awkward.

"Hey!" I grin.

"Have you ordered something already?" he asks, touching his short, clean beard. "I'm thirsty!"

He looks nice.

*

The waitress hands me my third drink. They help the clock tick a little faster.

He's been talking about his job, his passions. He loves football and practises daily. He has 2 sisters and lives in Camberwell.

Cute.

For a moment, I feel sad for him. He drove all the way to this East London bar, put effort trying to look nice and being cool . . . and yet, he doesn't know it but he has no chance to get lucky tonight. Not with me.

I shouldn't be sorry.

But I am.

I glance around looking for something that might be a little more entertaining than him. I realise I've avoided eye contact since he arrived. I finally glimpse at him. He has beautiful hazel eyes.

Still not enough.

I quickly check my phone. It's getting late. I don't know how to end this.

"Look," I slightly bend over the table. "I'm so sorry but I don't feel like it tonight"

"I noticed." He smirked. "Kinda awkward, innit?"

I chuckle. I am so embarrassed.

"It's okay, though." He added. "I'm just trying to meet new people. I broke up with my ex-girlfriend a few weeks ago. My mates told me I should try these apps."

Okay, now I feel worse than ever. He's been so nice with me and that's how I treat him. I grab my drink and gulp it down.

I shouldn't have done this.

"Let's go dance. I owe you one." I say as I grab his hand and walk towards the dancing area. It becomes difficult to keep my head straight.

I'm drunk, I must admit.

I'm going to regret it, my sober-self shouts in my head.

I don't care is what I reply.

The dancing area is not crowded, but there are already a few people. Most of them are girls.

Girls . . . I wish my friends were not so busy all the time. I would've come to this bar with them instead of wasting my time with strangers.

I start dancing. I stare at him. He looks amused.

A group of guys join the dancefloor and all the girls on my right start screaming. It's so high pitched I cringe.

"What the fuck guys?" I shout, trying to focus on the music.

"Woah, that's Spider-Man!" says my date. He grabs my chin and makes me look in his direction.

No way, I think. It's actually him.

I know he lives in the area, but I've never met him before. It's always weird to see movie stars in real life. They look so much more attractive.

He is so much more attractive.

I try not to be a drunk fangirl and shyly wave to him. He doesn't notice.

"You wanna go and take a picture with him?" my date asks.

"Oh, no, no!" I answer. I'm blushing. "I don't even know what I'd tell him."

He laughs.

The worst thing that could happen is to annoy him during a night out. He needs privacy and I must respect it.

But it's so difficult.

I can't stop staring at him. I don't even control it. Being drunk doesn't help.

"D'you want a beer?" I ask my date whose name I completely forgot.

He nods.

I weave my way through the crowd. I can't believe there are so many people on the dancefloor. The area is so busy since the Spider-Man actor walked in.

Even the bar area is crowded.

I let my body rest against a barstool but quickly lose balance and almost fall on the dirty floor. The flickering lights are making me feel dizzy. I grip the counter and get up. I peer around to make sure nobody saw me.

He did.

I dust off my dress trying to save the dignity I have left.

"Want something?" someone asks behind me. I turn around, it's the barman.

"Two pints of Guinness, please."

I glance back at the same spot, but he's gone. It must've been a dream. I'm so drunk I can't trust everything I think I see.

I'm grabbing both my drinks and look around trying to find my date, but there are too many people. I take a sip of my beer and hold the other one above my head.

Someone hits my arm.

Oh no.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry!" yells the drunk blond girl.

I look at my dress. It's soaking wet. I politely smile at her. "It's okay," I mouth.

What a mess. I glance at the lavatory door. I need to go and save my dress.

"You haven't been lucky here."

I turn around to find out who's talking to me.

It's him. Tom Holland. Talking to me.

"What?" is all I manage to say.

"Do you need a hand?" he politely asks.

I blush so much it's noticeable in the dark.

I'm choking. I'm panicking.

I give him my two beers and walk towards the lavatory. I'm surely starstruck. And drunk. This isn't a good mix.

Once in the room, I grab a handful of tissues and try to soak up my dress. I groan. Did I expect to make that beer mark disappear? Yes. Did it work? Of course not.

I watch my face in the mirror.

I look like shit, I think.

A door slams shut. Two young girls just walked in.

"OH, MY G—THAT'S TOM HOLLAND!" shouts one. They are both panting.

I roll my eyes.

Oh . . . I've given him my beers. What about my date?

"Shit!" I hiss.

I violently open the door and frown my eyebrows as the lights blind me.

He's just here gazing at me. Two beers in his hands. One of them is half empty, the rest being displayed on my dress.

"I'm so sorry!" I say embarrassed as ever.

He smirks. "No worries." He hands me the full glass of beer.

I give him a questioning look as I grab it. What about the other one? Oh, right—He's drinking it.

"What's your na—"

I stop him.

"I know who you are." I peer down. "I'm sorry I didn't wanna disturb you" I say as I'm walking away.

This time I'm smart enough to avoid the crowd on my way out.

"That's rude to leave without saying goodbye!" Tom shouts from a distance.

I turn around and stare at him. He's got a soft smile; he doesn't look drunk at all. I wave him goodbye.

Now, he's approaching me.

"I meant to your boyfriend" he nods in the direction of my date who was dancing with a group of other people.

"He's not my—" is all I can say before he chuckles.

"I figured."

"How?" I clench my jaw. I'm hypnotised by his hand running through his hair. And his smile. And his lips.

"I can barely hear you," he points at a booth in the corner of the room "maybe we could sit there" he suggests.

My mouth softens into a smile.

It's difficult to walk with Tom Holland. Every couple of seconds he's stopped by fans requesting a picture. And he accepts every time.

I'd never be so patient.

"What's that?" he asks.

"It must be so annoying sometimes." I tell him as I sit on the booth.

"When they're nice and ask me, it's cool." He chooses to sit next to me. I can feel his arm touching mine. My heart is racing. He uses his other arm to hold his chin; he looks at me with so much intensity. Sometimes peering down my lips.

His face is so close, but he keeps talking. I can feel his breath on my skin. I'm going to burst into flames. "But when they're taking pictures without asking first, that's delicate."

I nod. I can't really listen to what he's talking about. I'm trying not to lose control.

"So, what's your name?"

He smiles when I tell him. "Why did you leave your date alone?" he asks.

I'm so nervous I stutter. I can't find my words. "I . . . I wasn't in the mood. He knows it. I shouldn't have come here."

"I'm happy you came." He says looking me in the eyes.

I raise my eyebrows. "Are you flirting with me?"

He barks out a laugh and breaks the eye contact. He rests his head on the wall behind us.

He isn't as confident as I thought he'd be. I don't know what's up with him, but I enjoy it.

I suddenly remember he's a movie star. He's always being watched. I glance at the crowd and see flashing lights. They're taking pictures of us.

I'm getting dizzier.

I don't want to see my face on a dumb article talking about Tom Holland's mysterious partner. I don't even know him.

"This is stupid" I mumble.

Tom is intrigued. He hasn't got a clue what I'm talking about. He hasn't even noticed the fans stalking him.

"I'm sorry, I gotta go" I abruptly say as I stand up. "Have a good night."

I grab my phone and leave the venue. I'm upset because I really wish I could've met him in a different context. I open my Uber app: there's no driver available.

Shit.

How's that even possible on a Friday night? In London?

I refresh the app, but it doesn't work. I guess I'll have to walk home.

A part of me wants to go back in this bar and spend time with Tom. He's sweet and I'm sure we would've had so much fun together. I glance through the window trying to see his face one last time, but I can't find him.

"What are you looking for?"

I cringe.

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to startle you."

It's him. It's Tom.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Going home too. The fun of the party is leaving . . ." he sighs. I smile back at him. I'm embarrassed.

I stand in front of him, none of us say a word. It's awkward. I'm getting anxious and walk away. I'm so overwhelmed.

He grabs my shoulder. "Wait, are you walking home?"

"Yeah, it's okay don't worry." I smile.

"I can drive you home."

"Sorry, but you've been drinking. I won't let you drive me." I curtly say.

He grins. He looks at one of his mates and nods.

"No way I'm letting you walk home alone," he sighs "besides, you're drunk."

"Come with me then" I instantly reply without thinking.

He nods.

What?

He's coming with me. My heart is racing. I won't survive a 30-minute drunk walk with him.

Not with his beautiful glossy eyes staring at me.

Not with my burning desire to kiss him.

[farfromtommy]

seb being a stepdad to chris' kids or vice versa!

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a/n: okay this is literally one of the best ideas ever and im so in love with this fic. i think this takes the cake for my favorite fic i’ve written!! this is mildly edited so pls be kind. im so proud of it and hope you guys love it <3

please reblog if you enjoyed reading and and feel free to leave any comments!!

warnings: drinking, mentions of sex, brief mention of medical procedure(s), there might be some language i dont remember

word count: 4,400

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Chris has been your best friend since elementary school and all through middle and high school. Everyone knew how close you were to him and how deeply you loved each other. It was never in a romantic sort of way, though. Nobody really understood the relationship you had with him, they just shrugged their shoulders and minded their business.

When Chris told you he wanted to move to New York to follow his dream of being an actor, he asked you to go with him. You shared his love for theatre and the arts and always wanted to see if you could make it as a big-time Hollywood actress. You packed all your things into your tiny car and made your way to New York with your best friend.

You spent your 28th birthday sitting on Chris’s couch with a bottle of tequila and a broken heart. Your boyfriend of 3 years broke up with you on the grounds of you being “such a drag” and “not someone he wants to settle down with any more”. You had planned a life with him. He talked about marrying you and having kids with you just weeks prior. And he had just thrown it all away.

Having gone through almost half of the bottle of tequila already, Chris took the bottle from you and just looked at you with sad eyes. He ran his hand through your hair as you buried your face in your pillow and just cried. You pulled yourself together after a while and willed yourself to sit up and look Chris in the eyes.

“I know I’m kinda drunk right now but Chris, listen to me. Can we make a pact? When we’re both 30 and if we’re both still single and loveless. Let’s have a baby. We don’t have to like… y’know… do it or anything. We can do it through insemination or in a petri dish or however they do it. I’m just- I want to settle down and have kids but I don’t think I’ll ever trust anyone else.” You rambled, gesturing wildly with your hands. Chris suppressed a laugh and looked at you like you were crazy. You just looked at him questioningly until he realized this was not the alcohol talking.

“Are you serious? Like, me and you? Having a baby? Seriously?” He pulled himself off the floor and sat on the coffee table in front of you.

“I’m so serious. You can say no, Chris. This is me asking you what you think. I always said that if I don’t have a husband or have been with someone long enough to have a child with them, that I would go to a sperm bank and do it like that. You know how badly I want kids, and I know you want them too.” You moved to the edge of the couch to move closer to him. He stood up and grabbed your hand to help you up. He dragged you towards the kitchen and sat you down at the table, telling you to wait there while he grabbed something. He came back a few moments later with a notebook and a pen.

“Alright, let’s figure this out. We’re going to ask each other questions about this and write down the answers. Any conditions we have we’ll write down, if we can’t agree on them we don’t do it. I know you’re not super sober right now so we can do this now and talk about it again tomorrow.” He wrote ‘Y/L/N - Evans Baby’ along the top. You smiled a bit to yourself and waited for him to talk.  

“I don’t want to be just the sperm donor, I want to be involved in everything. From the ultrasound appointments to picking preschools. I also want to be in the room when you’re in labor.” He wrote it down as he was talking and looked up at you. You nodded with a big smile on your face.

“I would want you as involved as possible. We would be co-parenting this hypothetical child. My turn. To keep this from getting messy, we should do it through a clinic. Me in stirrups and your swimmers in a turkey baster. Sex can make things complicated and weird, I don’t want to risk something going wrong between us and then there be a child involved. Insemination isn’t as effective but we can always keep trying if it doesn’t work.” You pulled the notebook towards you and wrote down your condition.

That went on for the rest of the night. You and Chris take turns asking questions about your hypothetical baby. You had filled up pages and pages of notes about what you both want, from how you would decide to tell your families to living arrangements to if you’d circumcise or not if it was a boy.

A little more than 2 years later you and Chris found yourselves at the dining room table of his Boston home again. The notebook you had filled just a few years back right in front of you, along with 5 pregnancy tests. They were face down on the table as you anxiously waited for the timer to go off.

“Alright, Chris. This is it. It’s been 5 minutes, we can flip them over.” You released a shaky breath and stared at the tests right in front of you. Chris grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together. You looked at each other before reaching out to flip over the individual tests. Seeing all 5 of the tests with 2 solid pink lines knocked all the air out of your lungs.

“Oh my god. They’re all positive! Oh my god, Chris!! We’re going to have a baby!” You both jumped out of your seats and jumped around the kitchen before hugging each other and crying. He kept thanking you and kissing the top of your head while you sobbed into his chest, soaking his shirt. There were lots of tears over the next few weeks from you both after confirming your pregnancy with your midwife.

8 or so months later Penelope Elizabeth Evans-Y/L/N made her way into the world and the arms of her parents. The world seemed to stop when you heard the cries of your daughter for the first time. You could’ve sworn Chris stopped breathing the second he laid eyes on her when she was placed on your bare chest. He didn’t even care that she was covered in blood and other bodily fluids, he swore that she was the most beautiful human being to ever exist.

He took a lot of time off from filming and working to take care of you both. Once you found out you were pregnant, you stopped acting for the most part. You knew that you wanted to be a stay-at-home mom, at least until she was old enough to go to school, and maybe then you’d go back to smaller roles that kept you close to home.

Chris had a hard time leaving you and Penny once it was time to go back to work. He held her close to his chest and cried at the thought of leaving her when she’s still so little. Seeing the extreme separation anxiety he was already having, you offered to go with him to set and find an apartment or house to rent for the duration of the shoot. This ended up being the greatest thing you could have come up with. Every single project that took him away from Boston, you and Penny were right there next to him. You and Penny followed him to what seemed like every corner of the Earth.

The weeks leading up to shooting The Winter Soldier were the most exciting for Chris. He had been training for months to get into shape and was really excited to have you and Penny on set with him. He had also been talking nonstop about working with Sebastian and Anthony again.

One night Chris came home with Sebastian and Anthony trailing behind him. Penny had gone down for the night and you were nursing a glass of wine on the recliner, watching whatever you could find on TV.

“Hey, Y/N. I should've called ahead, I’m sorry. We’re just going to have some beers while we watch the game.” He walked in and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. You moved the blankets off your lap and stood up to greet Anthony and Sebastian.

“I don’t think you ever got a chance to meet these guys before. Y/N this is Anthony and Sebastian, guys this is Y/N.” Chris introduced you and you moved forward to give them both hugs.

“Sorry for barging in on you unannounced, we would’ve made sure this idiot called you before to make sure it was all good,” Anthony said, taking the beer Chris handed him.

“Oh please, don’t worry about it. He used to do it all the time when we lived in New York. Sorry, the place is a bit of a mess. Didn’t get a chance to clean today, I’ve had my hands full, especially with this one” You gestured a thumb to Chris and he sent you a playful glare in return.

You offered to put together some snacks for the game, knowing very well Chris couldn’t handle his alcohol without some sort of food in his system. Anthony and Sebastian offered to help while Chris snuck off to go see Penny.

“How long have you and Chris been together?” Sebastian made some small talk while looking for serving bowls in your kitchen. Anthony leaned against the counter and continued to sip on his beer.

“Oh, we’re not together. We’ve been friends since we were kids and we actually are just uh...” You chuckled nervously, not knowing what to say to his friends. Chris walked into the kitchen with Penny in his arms at that moment. Her head tucked into his neck, hands gripping at the fabric of his shirt and his arms under her butt.

“We’re raising our daughter together. They go with me wherever I go so I don’t miss anything and so Y/N doesn’t raise Penelope by herself. We’re co-parenting in the same house.” He said, looking at the tired toddler in his arms. Sebastian and Anthony both sputtered on their beers at the same time, not believing what they were seeing.

There was no denying that she was a product of you and Chris. Even with her sleepy eyes, they could see the bright blue color that matched the man carrying her. They saw the swoop of your nose and the color of your hair. They stood there just taking it all in.

“I had a bit of a crisis when I turned 28 after my long term boyfriend dumped me out of nowhere. It was one of those ‘if we’re 30 and aren’t married’ sort of things. We turned 30 and were both still single, so we had a baby.” You shrugged, looking over at your girl.

“And it works, being parents without being together but still living together?” Anthony asked, gesturing towards the two of you.

“We had everything figured out before she got pregnant. We had conditions that we both had to agree on before we even got serious about it. We were both very adamant about not doing it the old fashioned way so things didn’t get messy. It took some time to figure out the… terms and conditions I guess.” Chris laughed a little bit. Anthony and Seb nodded in understanding and kept looking at Penny.

“I’m happy for you, man. Seems like you both are really happy. How old is she?” Anthony walked into her line of sight and waved his fingers a bit, trying to get her attention.

“She turned one a couple of months ago.” You said and watched Penny pick her head up and look at Seb and Anthony, inspecting them a bit. Her big blue eyes landed on Sebastian and she stared him down before he gave her a small smile and waved at her. She was a little shy around new people and would usually bury her face in the neck of whoever was holding her.

To your surprise, she leaned away from Chris and moved her hands out to Sebastian. Everyone’s eyes widened as she whined a little bit when he didn’t reach out to grab her. Chris moved closer and told him it was okay and let Penny make herself comfortable in his arms. She buried herself into his neck much like she does with you and Chris, her tiny fists clutching his shirt. Her eyes shut immediately and let herself fall asleep in his arms.

The next few months went on more pleasantly than expected. Chris often had late-night shoots and training, leaving you with Penny most of the day. Anytime he knew he would be home late, he’d send Seb over with dinner or just an extra set of hands to help you with Penny. She knew you were her mama and Chris was her dada, then one day she had her Seba. Anytime you opened the door to let him in with her on your hip, she immediately squealed and started to chant ‘Seba! Seba!’ and didn’t stop until he was holding her.

Sebastian had brought up the idea of taking you to dinner one night to Chris. Even though you were a single adult who could make decisions on your own, he didn’t want to disrespect Chris at all. Chris never saw you as anything more than his best friend, it had always been like that. He was ecstatic when Sebastian brought up the idea of asking you out.

“I’m so serious, Seb. I think it’s a great idea. She talks about you a lot and really loves being around you. She’s going to say yes, I promise. Y/N hasn’t dated since we had Penny, mostly because she’s scared of what someone would think about her living with her childhood best friend who happens to be the father of her child.” Chris told him honestly. You weren’t interested in dating at all since having Penny. Mostly because being a mom was your first and only priority.

Sebastian let out the breath he was holding and ran his fingers through his hair, all of a sudden nervous about asking you to dinner. Chris clapped a hand around his shoulder and gave him a quick pep talk before sending him on his way.

The 2 years between wrapping Winter Soldier and starting Civil War had been interesting, to say the least. Everything Chris did kept him in the states for the most part. You and Penny were still trailing along with him, always loving the things you got to experience as a family.

Sebastian had found his place right in your crazy life. You had been unofficially together after wrapping Winter Soldier. He went off to do his next project and you and Chris spent some time in Boston with your families. You texted him most of the day, and he called at night to talk for a few hours before you went to sleep. He always said goodnight to Penny and she blew her Seba kisses through the phone.

He flew to Boston a bunch of times to see you, even if it was only for a few hours. You flew to wherever he was for a few days at a time, most of the time with Penny. Chris somehow managed to get you on the plane by yourself a few times and promised he would FaceTime every single night and would have hourly pictures sent.

On one of your first weekend trips out to see him, he refused to let you leave without making it official with you. He had you in tears at the end of his ‘I can’t spend another second without calling you my girlfriend’ speech. When he proposed to you he had said that the only thing better than the girlfriend speech was the one he was about to give. His ‘I can’t spend another second without calling you my wife’ speech knocked that one out of the water.

Neither of you wanted to make a big fuss about a wedding. You weren’t interested in the big white dress and the stressful bridesmaids and the whole cliche wedding things. Sebastian suggested getting eloped somewhere quiet with a handful of the most important people in your life. Chris’s mom, Lisa, had offered to hold the ceremony in her backyard. Knowing very well how spacious and beautiful it was, you and Seb graciously accepted her offer.

You kept your dress simple yet elegant, a beautiful white lace dress that ended mid-thigh, and complimented your body so perfectly. Seb kept it classy with a dark blue suit and light blue button-up that brought out his eyes, no tie, because who needs one?

Right at the end of the ceremony right as the officiant was about to have you say ‘i do’, you heard whines coming from Penny, who was sitting right up front on her daddy’s lap. You looked over to see her squirming in his lap and whining out ‘mama’ and reaching out for you. Chris made eye contact with you and mouthed ‘i’m sorry’. You shook your head and let go of one of Sebastian’s hands to motion to let her go so she could walk over to you.

Everyone aww’d as she walked over to you as quickly as her legs could take her. You bent down and scooped her up, resting her on your hip and wrapping your arm around her waist to keep her up. Sebastian made faces at her to make her laugh and keep her happy for a few more minutes. Your photographer had taken advantage of the incredibly sweet moment and had made sure to get as many shots of Penny at the altar with you.

When the officiant pronounced you husband and wife, you were going to set Penny down but Sebastian was quick to pull you both close to him and go in for your first kiss as a married couple with your daughter right there. Everyone cheered and Penny was mimicking the claps of everyone around her. Before he pulled away from you two he pressed two sloppy kisses on Penny’s cheeks as she giggled, which pulled some tears out of you.

No more than 15 people were attending the ceremony. You wanted to keep it quiet with just family and a few close friends. The reception, however, was anyone and everyone you could fit into the ballroom you had rented at one of the best hotels in Boston. All your guests had filled the room before you and Seb arrived. You nervously held his hand as you heard the cheers from everyone inside after hearing the DJ announce “Ladies, gentlemen, and nonbinary friends … let’s give it up for the couple of the hour, Mr. and Mrs. Sebastian Stan!!”

No one understood how you, Chris, and Seb managed to make your situation seem so easy and flawless. He knew that living in Boston was a must, so he bought the house that sits right behind the one you shared with Chris for so many years. He never wanted to get in the way of the system you and Chris had created over the years. Somehow, he managed to make things easier for everyone.

Penny’s first day of school was emotional for all 3 of you. You were all at your front door taking pictures of Penny in her school uniform that she looks so ridiculously cute in and the backpack that was way too big for her. She insisted on getting the Avengers backpack that “has my daddy on it!”

“Okay my love, it’s time for us to go to school! Are you ready?” Chris grabbed her tiny hand and led her to the car.

“Yeah daddy, I’m ready!” Penny said as he lifted her into the car and her car seat.

“Daddy? Mama and Sebbie coming too?” She asked him when he clicked the last buckle together. Right on cue Sebastian opened up the door to the free seat in the back and climbed in right next to her. She squealed in excitement at the sight of Sebastian buckling himself in the car.

Chris laughed at her genuine excitement and made sure all her fingers and toes were inside the car before shutting the door. He saw you lock the front door and make your way to the front seat. He noticed you put a few packs of tissues in your bag before setting it on the ground and buckling your seatbelt.

“Planning on crying today, Y/N?” Chris asked in a teasing tone. You swatted his arm lightly and scoffed at his question.

“Our baby is going to her first day of school, of course, I’m going to cry! I cried last night after I tucked her in, I cried in the shower this morning, I cried doing her hair.” You heard Seb talking enthusiastically to Penny, telling her about all the fun things she’ll get to do in kindergarten.

“It’s okay, I cried in the bathroom while she ate her waffles this morning.” You snorted at Chris’s confession and looked back at your baby girl, who was not a baby anymore. She was waving her hands around telling Seb about how excited she was to see her teacher again.

Chris and Sebastian watched from the car as you walked through the front doors of the school with Penny’s hand in yours. They had agreed that it might not have been a good idea to go in with her since they might get recognized and to avoid causing a ruckus. They both waved at her as she turned around and waved one more time before the door shut.

“Did you and Y/N ever think about having more kids together? If I hadn’t started dating her, do you think you would've had more?” Sebastian asked Chris.

“We never explicitly talked about it. She brought up wanting Penny to have lots of siblings not long after you started seeing each other. She felt guilty and thought that I was going to be upset about you and her maybe having kids one day, which meant I probably wouldn’t have anymore. I told her that this was honestly the best thing that could’ve happened because I don’t think I want any more of my own. Penny is all I ever wished and hoped for, and I got it. But since you’re together, she’ll get all the siblings she could ever want, and I won’t have to change a single diaper.” Chris nudged Seb’s shoulder with his. “You guys thinking about having one?”

“Yeah... Yeah, we are.” Sebastian lowered his head and smiled a bit. “With Penny in school and everything, it makes sense. She’s ready, I’m ready.” Seb sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He looked up and saw you walking back towards them with a tissue in your hand.

“I had the morning crying shift, it’s your turn.” Seb looked at Chris.

Just as Penny wrapped up her very first year in school, you and Sebastian welcomed Beverly Olivia Stan-Y/L/N into your family. Penelope had been so excited to hear that her mama finally had the baby she had been waiting so long for. You had gone into labor in the late afternoon and Beverly made her debut in the middle of the night.

Sebastian had called Chris an hour or so after to let him know that both you and the baby were doing phenomenally and that you were asking for Penny and wanted to see her as soon as you could. Chris chuckled at the demands you were making, knowing very well how the epidural and pain meds messed with you.

Early the next morning Penny had crawled into bed with Chris, crying for you and wanting to know when she was going to see you. It was still too early for them to go to the hospital, so he called Seb in hopes that he was already going to be awake.

A very exhausted Sebastian lit up the screen and Chris heard the soft cries of the new baby in the background. Penny’s cries turned into hiccups as soon as she saw Seb’s face because she knew she would be able to see her mama, too.

“Sebbie can I see mama, please?” Penny’s little voice spoke up. Sebastian immediately handed the phone to you and whispered that Penny was on the phone.

“Hi, baby.” You spoke softly to not disturb the baby.

“Mama when you come home? I miss you.” Penny wiped her eyes with her fists to get rid of the tears stuck in her eyelashes.

“It’s going to be a few days until I get to go home, baby. But you and daddy will be able to come to see me, Sebbie, and the new baby in a few hours. You need to go back to sleep and be a good girl for your daddy. I’m sure he’ll let you have some cuddles in his bed with him and Dodger until it’s time to wake up again.” Penny hiccuped and looked at Chris with eyes that mirrored his. He nodded his head and she buried herself closer to him.

“Okay, I go back to sleep with daddy and Dodger. I love you, mama. I love Sebbie, too.” She yawned out, her eyes blinking with sleep.

“Me and Sebbie love you so much, Penny. We’ll see you so soon, I promise” You blew a kiss to her through the screen and waited for her to throw one back. She giggled when you caught it through the camera and put it over your heart.

You, Sebastian, and Chris all watched with tears in your eyes as Penny held her baby sister for the first time. Penny had jumped right up in the bed next to you the second she walked into the room and told you about all the fun she had with Chris. Seeing your girls together melted your heart into a puddle. Chris couldn’t believe his little girl was so grown up and was a big sister. Seb thought about the night he first met you and Penny and would’ve never imagined that he’d be right here at this very moment.

Everything was so perfect and you never wanted to imagine your life being any different.

[onewithnomightypowers]

clandestine (chapter 3)

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is an up and coming actress, married to a once hotshot actor, Harrison (Haz). What happens when her co-star, Tom, makes her realise that she is stuck in a loveless marriage. A marriage starts crumbling and a new romance stars brewing.

chapter 3: sparks fly

A/N: i do not encourage cheating. i hope you guys like this chapter!! feedback is always appreciated.

warnings: drinking, smoking, cursing

word count: 1.5k

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JFK to Heathrow was a 7 hour flight. Y/N was going to London to promote her new movie with Tom. She wasn’t the lead but was still asked to do so because she was going there to film her new movie over the summer. She reached London at 10 a.m.

She felt exhausted even though she had slept throughout the flight. She hoped that London would give her some peace. New York, her home, came with exhausting people, came with Haz. Every conversation with him was mentally draining for her. London was not New York. London had Tom, who was the opposite of Haz.

Haz was someone who would walk into a room and make everyone aware of his presence. He would make sure that he had the upper hand over everything. He was insecure, and anyone who really knew him could tell, but he would try his best to hide it by being a cocky, confident version of himself. That might have made people believe that he was arrogant or obnoxious but Y/N knew that deep down, he was still trying to navigate through the world and that in particular, made Haz so charming.

Tom, on the other hand, was quiet about his confidence. He was the kind of person who just walked into a room and didn’t have to be arrogant to have all eyes on him. There was something beaming from within him that he probably couldn’t even control that made people turn their heads. When you see him, you just feel like walking over to him and talking to him for hours.

He felt like enjoying your favourite song without turning the volume up. You could enjoy his company even with comfortable silence because he knew who he was and didn't brag about it. Y/N found this to be the most interesting quality in him. It’s not his charm or valour, it’s him.

Y/N was unpacking for the summer, when she got a call from Tom. “Hey Tom”, she was happy to hear his voice.

“A little birdie told me that you’re here”, he said.

“Huh?” she was confused.

“Greta, I mean I heard from Greta that you’re here, in London”

“Yeah, I got in few hours ago”

“Where are you staying?”

“I’m renting an apartment in Camden”

“Oh, I-um, I was wondering if you wanna grab a pint with me?” He took ages to finish the sentence and it took seconds for Y/N to agree.

“Yess! I mean, great, I’ll text you the address” it was hard for him to contain his excitement.

Tom reached the pub before Y/N. He was on his second pint when Y/N entered. He was sitting in a booth, going through his phone. Tom stood up when he saw her walking over towards him. “You look beautiful,” Tom said in amazement. When Y/N laughed at his words he realised he said it out loud.

“Thanks” she said with a smile. They both sat down a few inches away from each other.

“What do you wanna drink?”

Y/N’s phone was ringing, it was Haz.

“How about you get me a pint and I’ll take this call, what do you say?”

“Okay”, he said and got up.

Y/N went outside the pub to take the call. It was drizzling outside, wondering which version of Haz she was going to get, she lit a cigarette. Was it going to be the man she married or the man who was consumed by jealousy?

“Hey love”, a soft spoken Haz was met on the other side of the phone.

“Hi” she replied with politeness, taking a long drag.

“Did you reach London safely?” She could hear the genuine concern in his voice.

She blew out the smoke, “yeah, I ended up getting the Camden apartment.”

“That’s good, anyway, I called you because I wanted to let you know that I signed an ad campaign. They are filming it in London so I’ll be there for a few weeks in July. “

“That’s amazing Haz”, a group of women came out of the pub laughing loudly.

“Are you out somewhere?”

“Yeah I’m out for drinks”

“Oh okay, I’ll let you get back to it then” he hung up.

Y/N dropped her cigarette butt and stepped on it. She didn’t know how to feel about the interaction. She went back in, Tom was waiting for her with their glasses.

“Who was it?” He asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“It was just Haz”

“How are things with Haz, if you don’t mind me asking?” Tom was aware of the turbulence in their relationship from on-set gossip.

“We’re-umm“, Y/N took some time to condense all of the things she felt about Haz into a simple sentence for him.

“We’re not that good”

Tom noticed her sad eyes.

“Well enough about me, what have you been up to? How’s your family?” She said with a burst of energy.

“Ah-hum”, he let out a little sigh.

“My life hasn’t really been that exciting since I came back from New York, one might even call it dry. It’s just work and pub. That’s it. But, my dad is working on a new book and my mum is trying to get my little brother into acting too”

“I wish I had a little brother”

“No you don’t, they’re like your personal monsters who you can’t hate because you are conditioned to love them”

She laughed, their eyes locked, filled with fondness for the other. She looked down at her empty glass, taking note of the sparks flying around them.

“Have you been to Ireland?” she asked in an attempt to neutralise the chemical reaction they both felt.

“Nope I haven’t, which is weird ‘cause it’s very close to England”

“I wanna go and just get drunk on Guinness there. It’s on my bucket list”

“Cute. You have a bucket list”

They were getting closer to each other with every word they spoke.

“Everyone has a bucket list. Maybe we should go to Ireland together”, Y/N suggested.

“Don’t. Don’t make empty promises”, they were both buzzed. He put his hand on her thigh, subconsciously.

“What if I’m not”, she said in an almost whisper. Y/N’s sight kept alternating from his eyes to his lips. They looked irresistible. They were inching in closer. Finally Tom filled the gap with his lips on Y/N’s.

A lyrical smile came on Tom's face. Y/N deepened into the kiss, her hand laced in his hair, pulled him closer to her. He broke away, “as much as I would like to continue this, I think we should follow the spark somewhere else”

Y/N looked around the swamp of half-drunk people and sighed.

“Fine, but I’ll drive”

Tom obliged and gave her his car keys.

—-

What Y/N had thought was as a onetime thing, became a pastime. Y/N decided to take the road less travelled by. The road of infidelity, which was covered with wild ivy. The ivy, named Tom, groped her further and further, with every step she took. She started to fall in love with him, with each clandestine meeting.

He would come over to her house, each night, with his hood over his head, making sure nobody saw him leave. They would try to find places, away from the prying eyes of people and hunters with smartphones. Every time, before Tom kissed her, he would say, “you know we can always stop” and every time she would think that she couldn’t because his magnetic field was drawing her in, deeper and deeper.

Tom was scared, not because of people finding out, but because he thought a day would come when Y/N would realise that this is all wrong and pull the plug. With her, he never thought that they were out of the woods, the thrill always lingered in the air. Sometimes he wondered if the drug of the thrill would stop working after the first few times.

They would stare at each other with longing, during interviews. What they thought were stolen glances, weren’t going unnoticed by the media. There were speculations around them. After every panel, a new rumour was born and each rumour caused a new fight between Y/N and Haz.

After every fight, Y/N would knock on Tom's garden gate, crying. Y/N had her guard up all the time. For the rest of the world, she was meticulous with every word she said but with Tom, it was no good.

Every step she took with Tom, she wondered if Haz knew. Did Haz know that he was right not to trust her? With every step Tom took with Y/N, he wondered if she knew how much in love with her he was. Did she know that he was ready to carve her name on his bedpost as the last one?

They both wondered if the other knew that they were ready to ruin themselves for each other a million little times.

@mysticapples17

[mintytrifecta]

Blood and Whiskey

Summary: washed up actor and a time-warping talk show host who likes disco walk into a bar

Aka: I was getting tired of writing one setting and the same people for forever and wrote this drabble as a break

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If you were to ask the actor standing in front of you why he did what he did, there’s seldom doubt he’d be able to clearly tell you.

A grand finale.

A final show.

A shake of his fist at the cruel fate life handed him.

Just like him, all it became was an extravagant joke.

Actor growls, shoving away the echoing feeling of shadows with eyes burning into his back, grabbing and ripping him apart, pulling him back together vertebrae by vertebrae until he danced to a vengeful tune once more.

The entity, to put it lightly, has not made it easy to escape it’s grasp. A fool, he was, to think he could use its power to his own whim and not face the consequences.

Even so, with a new body and purpose he can see it lurking in the shadows.

Even now, as he trudged through a dimly lit street in the dead of winter he can hear it ringing in his ears.

After all, it takes time to escape from memories.

God he needs a drink…

Actor stops in his tracks and looks to his side. Blaring music vibrates in his ribs, shaking and stirring his insides.

It’s a bar.

A very neon, very bright bar.

A perfect place to sulk, He thinks to himself.

Tightening his grip around the pockets of his red velvet jacket, Actor takes a breath.

And walks in.

The music is even louder on the inside than from the outside. For some unknown reason, that fact surprises him.

All around the hall people can be seen dancing in a frenzied craze. Lights flashing in a showcase of every conceivable color available to the blind eye. Under the lights, a live band was playing some indistinguishable disco with a fervor and passion Actor wishes he still possessed. He scoffs and sharply inhales through his nose.

The air reeks with the familiar stench of alcohol and mania.

Actor squints his eyes and burrows his face deeper into the black scarf tied around his neck and shuffles his way to the leather bar stool. Slamming his hand on the wooden surface of the table to get the bartender's attention.

With a sigh, they dreadfully approach.

“What can I get for you, sir?”

Actor mumbled deeply, head miserably laying on polished oak. "Red wine. Any year, I don't care."

The bartender curtly nods and leaves to get the drink. Actor's in no hurry tonight, why should he care if it's taking forever? 

"Here you go, sir. Red wine, 1926."

Ah, prohibition wine. Nothing quite like tasting secret rebellion acid slipping down your throat, whispering sweet illegality and chaos in the wake of conformity.

Actor downs the wine in one gulp and haphazardly slams the cup onto the table. Beside him, a man chuckles.

"You sure needed that one, huh friend?"

Turning to face the voice, Actor attempted to hide his widening eyes in reaction to the speaker’s appearance.

A man in a silky pink long-sleeve shirt tucked into… the ugliest shade of yellow Actor had ever seen paired with white shoes, stained and worn from long nights out dancing, no doubt.

The top of his head layed home to the biggest and most extravagant pink afro Actor had ever seen in his life.

And on his face… an eerily familiar, upturned, almost pink-like at the edges mustache.

What a strange-looking person, Actor thought.

“Yeah… hey, aren’t you one of the stage performers?” He questions offhandedly. Actor was sure he’d seen him perform when coming in.

“Oh, not for tonight. Maybe tomorrow’s yesterday though…”

Actor stares at the man, trying to piece together his offputting comment.

“You… what?”

The man grins at him, swishing in his hand a martini that definitely wasn’t there before.

“What did you say, friend?”

“Your-your comment on when you’re going to perform. What did you say?”

He gazes at Actor, brows furrowed in concentration before his eyes glaze over. He sits still on his creaking barstool, focusing on nothing and everything before jumping in his seat and grinning at Actor.

“Bah, who can remember things like that? I know I can’t. Anyways, I don’t think I caught your name, fellow. Or maybe I forgot that too, it’s entirely possible.”

Actor blinks with incredulity. His words caught in his throat, unable to pass.

“My name is… irrelevant.” He finally decides on saying.

“Irrelevant, hm? Sounds french! Have you ever been there? I’ve heard it’s lovely this time of year.”

Actor raises his hand to get the bartender’s attention and signals another round. It’s going to be a long night.

“Firstly, it’s winter. Second of all I didn’t even get your name, how am I supposed to talk to you without it.”

The man sits gasps for air, dramatically arching his back in shock before responding with a curt bow in his chair.

“Oh my apologies, Irrelevant, it must have slipped my mind! Name’s Wilford Warfstache!”

“Wilford Warfstache?” Actor echoes.

“That’s what I said!”

Actor snorts, picking up his second glass of wine, inspecting it as if passing final judgement.

“Well, Mr. Warfstache, what exactly do you want with me? Out of all the seats in the bar why’d you sit next to this one, huh?”

Wilford smiles and pats him heartily on the back. “My friend, you looked so lonely sitting at the bar with nobody else around you! I-I figured you could use some good company!”

Actor rolls his eyes. “How thoughtful…”

Wilford nods brightly, looking the Actor up and down with a slight hitch in his breath.

“Say… do I know you from somewhere?”

Actor winces, tirelessly holding on to a shred of hope that tells him he hasn’t faded into obscurity.

“I’m an actor. There’s a good chance you’ve seen me on the silver screen.”

With this revelation, Wilford’s face lights up in wonder.

“An actor! That’s fantastic! What movies have you done, my friend? Was there love? Was there murder? Was there treacherous betrayal at the hands of an ally?” He questions, voice getting louder and louder with each passing query.

“You could say that… It’s been a while since I landed a good role, however.”

“Well, it doesn’t have to stay like that! I’m sure you can find something big to be in soon!” Wilford cheers passionately.

“Yeah right… the last time I did some big movie was… god I don’t even know how long it’s been since then.”

Wilford pats Actor pitifully on the back, softening his voice to the best of his ability.

“Well, whatever role you played I’m sure it was wonderful!”

Actor took a sip of his wine. “I played a detective.”

“A detective! That’s a wonderful role to act! Why, I happen to have a friend who’s a detective and he’s one of the best people you’ll ever meet, trust you me.”

Actor nods solemnly, eyes and throat caught in a crossfire of guilt and rage. “So did I. Met him on set as a professional consultant and stayed friends afterwards. At least until...” he trails off.

“Until what?” Wilford asks.

“I… did something. Something bad that I can’t take back. I got stuck with a shitty hand, tried to use it and it backfired and no matter what I try to do I can’t get new cards. It’s not fair!” Actor growls.

Wilford hums, circling the edges of the martini glass with the paper umbrella. “Such is life, my friend. You can’t always make sense of it’s chaos, hell knows I don’t.”

Rolling his eyes, Actor spits with venom. “Oh, please. What bad thing could you have possibly done?”

“Everyone has some blood on their hands, my friend. There’s no need to dig for specifics.”

“And yet, here we are. Hell, the only good outcome from anything I did slipped out of my fingers and forever from my grasp.”

Wilford held out a finger, motioning for Actor to shut it.

“Never say never, my good man! If I know anything, it’s that things always come back to you. If they don’t you keep looking for them!”

“How inspirational.” Actor deadpans.

“It’s true! I say you should keep looking for the positive, even if it’s hard!”

"I don't know…"

Wilford tuts sotfly. "Come on now, don't you trust ol' Warfy?"

"Not really, no."

He shockingly gasps, bringing a shaking hand to his chest and spilling his martini on the floor. "W-well whyever not? I give pretty good advice, why not trust me?"

"I met you tonight."

"But it feels so much longer than that, doesn't it?" Wilford sighs, leaning his head on Actor's sunken shoulders.

He shakes the afro-d man off and takes a swing of his wine. 

"Whatever you say, Will."

The two sit in silence, taking in the music echoing in the hall with comfort.

"You know, I did get an offer for this television series a while ago."

"Did you, now?"

"It was for some kind of choose-your-own-adventure thing. It seemed silly at the time and I didn't say anything yet but maybe I'll give it a shot." He mumbles.

"Wonderful idea, my friend! That seems marvelous to work on."

Actor sluggishly smiles. "You think?"

Nodding brightly, Wilford responds. "I do! And if it's any consolation, my friend," he pauses and shuffles through his afro, pulling out a small, pink flower. "I think you'd make a wonderful hero."

Actor lightly picks the flower from his hand, petting the rosy petal. It's soft and delicate, smooth under his touch. 

"Whatever you choose to do, you'll be great at. I'm sure of it."

He gazes at his newfound friend, eyes shining with reinvigorated  light for the first time in years.

"Thank you, Will."

"Anytime, good man! Anytime." 

Actor stands up and brushes his jacket, smiling at Will. "I think it's time I left. I've got a friend to pay a visit to."

"Good luck! And remember you always have a friend here!" Wilford raises his full martini glass high into the air.

"You got it, Will." 

And with that, Actor left. Perhaps it's time to resume his search for a certain Mayor.

Back at the bar, Wilford chuckles into his glass.

"What a strangely familiar person…"

[babymetaldoll]

M&Money (Matthew Gray Gubler/Reader)

Prompt: Chocolate is a currency 

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader 

Summary: After all their friends are gone, Matthew and Reader stayed playing poker and betting all their chocolates on longboards and kimonos.  

Category: Fluff 

Warnings: Bad poker references and mentions of sex.    

Word count: 2,1k

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(Y/N) stared into Gubler’s eyes trying not to move a muscle. Her look was fixated on his, as the two of them tried to read each other. Matthew raised an eyebrow slowly and she did exactly the same, resting her back on the chair and letting out a deep breath. 

- “You are bluffing”- Gubler claimed, with a cocky smile. 

- “Am I? really?”- (Y/N)’s lips curled in a small ironic smile, and her eyes traveled from him to the cards she was holding in her hand. 

- “You are so obvious, Bunny, you don’t have a poker face”

- “Gub, you do know you only play a profiler on a tv show, right? you are not one in real life”- his girlfriend teased him, enjoying the moment of “tension” between them. 

It was Saturday night and all their friends had already left, after yet another poker night. More than playing cards and betting, it was about getting together and laugh, having a few drinks, and just make fun of each other’s lousy bluffs.

By the end of the night, almost everybody but Gubler had lost all their M&M’s. And of course, the actor kept obnoxiously repeating “you shouldn’t play poker with someone from Vegas”, just like every time he won. 

Gubler usually won, and (Y/N) had enough of that nonsense. She was the only one left with enough M&M’s to keep on playing, and after everyone left, she decided to make Gubler pay.

Yes, they were gambling M&M’s, ‘cos at the Gubler house the currency happens to be chocolate every poker night.    

- “Actually, after you master the fundamentals of poker, all there is to learn is the psychology behind poker bluffs, and my love, you are absolutely see-through”

Matthew shook his head and smiled at (Y/N).

- “You should never play poker with someone from Vegas, Bunny”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, annoyed.  

- “Again with the same cheesy line, Gubs?”

- “I’m sorry, babe! you have a tell”- Matthew snickered watching how his girlfriend was starting to get upset. 

- “Oh, do I?”

- “Yes”- Gubler played with the cards in between his fingers, enjoying (Y/N)’s eyes burning with anger. He was successfully getting under her skin. 

- “Which is…?”- she questioned him immediately and took a sip of her whiskey. 

- “I won’t tell you!”

- “Why not?!”

- “‘Cos there’s no fun if I do!”- he smiled again and left his cards on the table- “So? do you fold?”

- “I raise”- the girl counted her chocolates and moved all her yellow M&M’s to the pile right in the middle of the table.  

- “Oh! I see!”- Gubler was enjoying being a cocky ass- “So you really wanna lose everything you’ve got”

- “Less talking, more betting, Matthew Gray”- (Y/N) furrowed her brows, giving her boyfriend an annoyed glance that made him chuckle. 

- “Why are you so eager to lose?” 

- “Why are you so sure you are gonna win?”

- “Oh trust me, Bunny, you are going down”

- “Wanna bet?” 

- “We are betting”- Gubler snorted pointing to all the M&M’s on the table- “And by the way, here’s your 35 yellows and I raise… everything I’ve got”

The actor piled all his chocolates in the middle of the table and smiled. (Y/N) didn’t know if she wanted to kiss him or slap him… most likely, it was both.  

- “All in?”- she asked and bit her lip. The couple didn��t say a word for a few seconds. They just stared at each other, waiting for the first one to crack. 

This time, it was (Y/N). She just nodded and pushed all her M&M’s across the table in silence. 

- “Ok, Bunny, show me what you’ve got” 

- “Nope, first, let’s make it interesting”- the way she smiled, Gubler couldn’t tell if she was bluffing or not. So far, he was sure the girl had nothing, but if she kept teasing him like that, maybe she had a good hand.

(Y/N) didn’t know if Matthew had a good hand or not, she just loved to play with him. And most of all, she loved to win, and she wanted to win so badly, she was going all in. 

- “Interesting how, Bunny?”- his voice was velvety and it made (Y/N) bit her lower lip as he spoke. 

- “I raise, and bet… my new longboard”- Gubler stared at her still. Neither of them moved, trying to see each other’s tell. (Y/N) smiled, finally she was making him doubt his hand. 

- “So you got bored of riding it? ‘cos when it’s mine, you are never going to get it back”- Matthew sipped his whisky and smiled. 

- “Are you gonna raise?” 

- “Yes, I bet the hidden screws…”- but (Y/N) chuckled and shook her head as soon as he started talking.

- “Gubs, the “one day I’m gonna give these to a special girl” screws have been in my drawer for the last two years, so stop using them as an extraordinary item and give me something impressive.” 

Matthew opened his mouth to argue, but he knew she was right, so he just smiled. His pretty chocolate eyes shining in joy. 

For someone who enjoyed hanging out with his friends all the time, he was glad everybody had left early. He loved that moment with his girlfriend. After all those years, he could tell he could never be bored with her, even when they were betting M&Ms or just laying on the couch watching movies. 

His mother had told him once that’s when you know you find the one. And he hadn’t stopped thinking about it ever since.  

- “My favorite kimono”- Matthew settled, and didn’t even flinch. (Y/N) held her breath. He wasn’t bluffing if that was what he was willing to risk, right? Two important things were on the table at that minute, and it was time to show their cards. 

- “Ok”- the girl whispered and nodded. Gubler smiled and waited still. 

- “You first, Bunny”- the way he whispered those words made (Y/N) feel she might have been wrong. She didn’t know if he was bluffing, but she kept her hopes high. 

Matthew kept a big grin on his face as (Y/N) moved slowly revealing her hand. 

- “Four of a kind”- the girl announced proudly. But Gubler didn’t even react. He didn’t frown, he didn’t smile. He didn’t even look at the cards. He just stared at her.  

- “What do you’ve got, hon?”- and still, Gubler didn’t move- “Come on! don’t be a shitty winner, show me your hand”- Matthew chuckled and moved slowly. Painfully slowly.  

- “Shit”- she whispered as she saw the cards on the table.

- “Just a shitty flush!”- he groaned and let his body lay on the table, pretending to be deeply affected, as (Y/N) jumped from her chair and shouted. 

- “Loser!!! I won!! I fucking won!! I need to take a picture of this! I gotta send this to Paget! she ain’t gonna believe it! I win! you lose!!” 

Yes, she wasn’t the best winner but, who is, really?

- “Enjoy your moment, Bunny”- Gubler mumbled still pretending to be upset, and made his best not to smile. 

- “I want my kimono”- the actor gave her a mock groan and stood up.

- “Can you just take the M&M’s and be happy?” 

- “Nop, I want my kimono”

- “I’ll trade it for…” 

- “Nope, my kimono, Gubler”

- “Nobody likes a bad winner”

- “Nobody likes a loser”- her snarky words were reciprocated with an annoyed stare, that made (Y/N) laugh even more. She grabbed her phone and snapped a few more pictures with Gubler like that to have a memory of her glorious moment. 

Winning to Gubler in poker was actually something to be proud of, even if it had been by random luck. 

Matthew walked slowly to his kimono closet, followed closely by (Y/N), who kept jumping and giggling, still excited with her achievement.

- “Please, be careful”- he whispered as he stared inside the closet and picked his favorite. He touched the fabric carefully, letting his finger play with the silk for a few seconds. 

- “Stop groping my kimono, perv!”- (Y/N) forced him to move from the closet and held the item closely.

- “It’s mine now! mine! mine! mine!”- Gubler held his breath and tried to remain serious, though it was turning to be harder if (Y/N) kept acting like a kid. 

- “I don’t think it fits you”- he teased, and (Y/N) gasped immediately- “It’s too big for you, maybe I should have it back, yes, I will have it back, ‘cos you are not even going to wear it after all.”

- “No no, no, Gubs, it’s a poker bet! this kimono is mine”

- “Prove it!”- he demanded and (Y/N) stared at him blankly- “If it’s yours… prove it”

- “Why?”- she giggled and bit her tongue. 

 It wasn’t poker, but (Y/N) knew Matthew’s tell when it came to sex. The way he was looking at her, how he moved one step closer, almost touching her. How carefully he licked his lips. He was crystal clear. 

- “Why what?”

- “Why should I wear it? it’s mine, I can do whatever I want with it”- the girl grinned and giggled, watching how Matthew started flustering in front of her.

- “I could simply just let it hang in my closet forever, and it would be ok, ‘cos it’s mine now, I don’t have to wear it, I don’t have to prove you anything…”

Teasing him was so fun, and he never let her have that much control either. It was weird, and it was tempting. (Y/N) was definitely enjoying it. 

A few seconds later, she turned around and started walking upstairs, knowing no matter how badly Matthew would fight it, he would follow her to their room. 

- “But why would you want to do that with this fantastic kimono? Did you feel it? It’s the softest thing on earth, here, (Y/N), feel it”- the girl chortled as her boyfriend wrapped his arms around her and forced her to stop. They stayed in the middle of the stairs, Gubler locking his arms around her, his eyes clearly undressing her without saying a word. 

- “Yes, hon, it’s soft”- (Y/N) whispered, and tried to look away for a second. Matthew’s eyes were too intense on hers. She could feel how he pressed his already hard cock against her, like a warning. A warning of what was coming, a sign of what she was accomplishing.  

- “I bet you have never felt anything as soft as this kimono against your skin”- the words sent shivers down her spine, as Gubler’s voice on her neck was low and velvety.

- “Last time you bet me something, you lost”- she moved again from him and continued walking upstairs- “So I don’t think you should play those games with me”

- “Not funny”

He followed her to their room and laid on the bed. (Y/N) walked around the room holding and looking carefully at every inch of her prize. Gubler stared in silence for a few seconds, and then, he continued. 

- “It’s the softest thing on earth, you should wear it”

- “Mmm, I’m not sure”- all that teasing was funny, but Matthew was feeling already a little frustrated.

- “Come on”

- “I don’t feel like it” 

- “(Y/N), please”

- “Why?”

- “You just won the kimono”- he stood up and walked to her

- “So?”

- “So? you should be enjoying the softness against your skin”- and that was all (Y/N) could take, ‘cos as soon as she heard those last words, she started laughing. Gubler was a little confused. 

- “What? what did I say?”

- “Why don’t you just stop the bullshit and admit you gave me the kimono ‘cos you’ve got a weird kimono thing”

- “What?!”- he was busted

- “Just say you wanna fuck me senselessly while I wear this kimono and I’ll put it on”

- “I don’t know what are you talking about”- Gubler trying to look innocent under those circumstances was impossible. He knew it, (Y/N) knew it, anyone who could take a look at how painfully tight his pants were at that moment, would know it. 

- “Really?”- he nodded, in one last effort to look innocent- “Oh, sorry, I totally misunderstood this conversation then, I’m gonna hang this kimono in the very back of my closet and I’ll never wear it then.” 

Gubler sighed, defeated for the second time that night. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rubbed every word he spoke against her lips slowly. 

- “I want you to put on that kimono so I can fuck you senselessly against the wall”

The girl let out a sigh of satisfaction and took off her shirt immediately. 

- “You command and I obey, daddy.”

- “But I’m gonna need that kimono back”

- “Don’t push it, Gub”.

[random-mha-thoughts]

Bully Part 2 (Bakugou x Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Genre: Crack, fluff, slight angst, Baku-having-feelings-and-being-soft (bc that's totally a genre)

Sequel to Bully (part 1)

Word count: 2,319

Tags:  @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog

a/n: This ended up being longer and slightly more emotional than I expected.  Seems like I’m following the trend of getting the BNHA boys to say what’s really on their minds (I’ve already done this for Todoroki in case you were wondering), so Baku will be ooc and soft here.

This came out later than I intended because...let’s just say I was having a mental breakdown over a really long and really naughty Todo fic here and I ended up calling my little cousin and crying and laugh-crying and shaking and losing my collective mind because none of my friends would know what I was going through.  And I was in no headspace to write fluff afterwards, she had to force fluff headcanons into me to go back to normal.  Yall should thank her.  Enjoy~

None of us had any idea how or why Bakugou suddenly started acting this way.  Apparently, he was completely normal until I walked in.  All I did was open the door to the classroom, my gaze just so happened to land on Bakugou, and suddenly I heard loud stomps towards me.

I held out a defensive hand, ready to shoot out branches at him if he got too close.  "Bakugou-" I threatened.  And he did the unthinkable.  He gripped me in a choke hold around my shoulders and neck.

Actually, no.  He...hugged me?

My clenched fists and the hush that fell over the rest of the students told me this is the first time all day he's done something out of character, something I definitely wasn't expecting.  We hadn't talked since I almost jumped out of a window last week.  This entire week, he was ignoring me.  I was preparing for the day he would finally confront me, and I pictured it would be an aggressive encounter.

This is far from anything I'd imagined.

I never ever thought this porcupine-head could even show affection, that he even has a single gene of softness in him.  Yet he was embracing me tightly, nuzzling his face in my neck.  The shock of it all made me freeze up and cast a sideways glance at Midoriya, who was just as freaked and confused.

"Get off, Bakugou, what are you-"

The boy lifted his head up, his scarlet eyes softened into fondness and a gentle smile on his lips made the rest of my words catch in my throat.  This entire expression was foreign to all of us.  His face can look like that?

"I missed you over the weekend."

My jaw dropped.  HIS VOICE CAN SOUND LIKE THAT??  The smooth and sweet honey tone was way out of character for him.

But like hell I trusted any of this.

I wiggled my arms up to push his weight off me.  "I don't know how you managed to become such a great actor," I succeeded in separating from his vice grip, "But if you think disorienting me like this can be some sort of revenge, you're sorely mistaken."

Bakugou tilted his head, resembling a sad puppy.  "What do you mean?"

I straightened my uniform.  "Nice try, I know you're just acting so you can, like, throw me off the building or something."

That seemed to hurt him, his jaw gaping open before holding my face in his calloused hands.  "I'd never do that to you."

I quickly swatted his hands away, wary that he was about to blow my face off.  "Don't. Touch. Me."

The boy froze in place, then rubbed the back of his neck.  Regret seeped through his eyes as he stared at the ground.  "I'm sorry, about everything."

A strange warmth rushed through me.  Something about how genuinely vulnerable he looked shook my entire being.

"I just...really wanted you to give me a chance all this time, but I went about it the wrong way."  He encased me into another bone-crushing hug.  "But I want to make up for it."

I felt a thud in my chest,  probably from fear that he might hurt me.

At that moment, the teacher walked in.  "Alright everyone, take your seats."  He noticed Bakugou's position, gawked for a second, and cleared his throat.  "Uh, Bakugou, let go of (L/n) and take your seat."

"I dare any of you extras to yank me off, I'll blast you into next week!"

He's back, kind of?

Nobody made a move to do anything, they were all frozen by the sight of Bakugou clamped onto me like a koala.

"I'll survive...somehow," I assured them, unsure myself how exactly I would do that.

For the entire rest of class, the boy clung onto me.  He had taken over the seat of the person who normally sat on my left and scooted the chair over so he can stay attached to me.  Though I reasoned for him to hold onto just my arm (since he wouldn't let go no matter how many times I asked), he hugged my waist with both of his arms, face buried in my neck.  I was just glad he left one arm for me to write notes with.

If this was just an act, he did a splendid job of keeping it up.  I thought he would've given up after an hour or two, but he stayed like that even after lunch until the end of the day.  Anytime anyone would even walk past us, he would glare at them until they scurried off.

It was super weird at first, but I got used to the arrangement somehow.  I hate to admit it, but I even felt comfort by his warmth.  His breath tickled my neck as his solid arms held me in a vice grip.  I found myself hoping this wasn't acting, and thanking whatever miracle made this happen.  This was never going to happen again, I might as well enjoy it for now.

.

"Back off, you damn Deku!"  He bares his teeth at the cowering Midoriya, still attached to me at the hip.

I sigh, finally fed up with this whole ordeal.  "Midoriya, I'll handle this, I'll call later."

The poor broccoli boy nods and scampers away from us.  Bakugou insists on not letting go until I'm home safe, even when I repeated that I live in the opposite direction as him.  He won't even let Midoriya near me.

I lead us both over to a bench outside of school.  I'm still not convinced that this isn't an act, but I might as well try to talk to him after the incident last week.  "Get off," I order, scooting over to one side of the bench.  When he doesn't obey, I add, "I wanna talk, so I need to see your face."

After a brief moment of hesitation, he eases off my body, rolling up to sit facing me with a leg propped up on the seat.  A dumb smile is on his face.

God, that still freaks me out.  I stare at him calculatingly.  He hasn't said a word to me the whole day, only barking at other students as he holds onto me.  I want answers.  "You're sure this isn't some stupid revenge plot to get back at me?"

He shakes his head, propping his arm up on the seat and resting his head there.  His wordless, lovestruck stare probing me.

I sputter, "Why are you acting this way then?"

"I like you."

I almost choke at his quick response, my chest throbbing again.  "S-Stop looking at me that way, I can't take you seriously!  I admit, it's freaking me out!"

"My feelings freak you out?" he says sweetly, brushing the side of my face softly.

I slap his hand away, "You don't have feelings for me, just drop the act already!"

His smile disappears.  "It's not an act, I'm being serious."  Hurt laces his voice.

I cross my arms over my chest.  "Yeah, well, it's very hard to take you seriously when you've been a heartless, pompous, mean jerk for all of middle school."

Bakugou's eyes downcast and his arm falls into his lap.  "I...I don't know how else to show how I feel."  Raw emotion drips from his eyes as he bites his lip, almost like he's gathering his thoughts.  "I act like a jerk because...  I just feel so pressured.  Everyone expects so much of me just because my quirk is so strong."  A dark chuckle emits from him, "Even my mom has ingrained it in me that I need to be strong so I don't burden anyone with being weak.  So I've been projecting my frustrations onto everyone else.  Deku is just the easiest person to pick on because he's the weakest person, he has no quirk!  And I'm just self-centered because I have to tell myself that I'm strong or else...I might slip.  Call it an inferiority complex, I guess."

I won't lie, I didn't go into this expecting a therapy session.  Part of me does sympathize with him, but the rational side of me is still skeptical of this entire monologue being an act.  I wouldn't put it past him for thinking up such an elaborate plan in a week.  And none of it excuses him for telling Midoriya to kill himself.  "Not that I don't believe you, but so what?" I blurt out.

He grabs my hand in both of his, eyes fully emotional and staring into mine.  "I like you, (Y/n).  I see how kind you are to everyone else, how you've stayed by Deku and supported him this entire time.  I admire you.  You're the kind of person who I know would become a great hero because you always know just what to say to people to make them feel better, not to mention you're so badass too.  And...in a way, there's something in me that wants you to care about an idiot like me, too."

Tightness tugs in my chest.  Damn it, he needs to stop being so emotional, I can't handle it.  "I want to help you, Katsuki, but what you said to Midoriya crossed a line.  I can't overlook that."

His head drops onto our joined hands and his body starts shaking.  "Damnit!" he grits out, "I can't believe I've done so much wrong that the person I like can't even forgive me."

I shut my eyes, not wanting to see him cry.  "Katsuki-"

Bakugou's head snaps up and takes my head between his hands.  "Do you even have the smallest feeling for me?"  His red orbs swim in tears.

A soft spot in my heart persuades me to gently rub the wet trails off his cheeks.  "I'm...not sure."  I won't lead him on, I really don't know how I feel anymore.  It's that I hate him, I don't like the things he says or does.

"Help me, (Y/n)," he practically begs, "I'll become a better person, I promise, but I need you to guide me, please."

This sudden magnitude of emotion other than anger disorients me.  Is this something he's kept locked away somewhere in the recesses of his mind?  I absently nod in agreement against some of my better judgement.

His shaking form steadies as he stares me down quietly.  "Can I...kiss you?" he whispers out of the blue.

My lips slightly part and my eyes widen as he leans into me, softly pressing his mouth against mine.  Our kiss is innocent, as if time just stood still and washed a warm glow on us.  My stomach flips weightlessly, and I gently grip one of his wrists to ground me.  He pulls away just for a moment, letting us linger in the moment and sensation of one another.

His eyes flutter open, facing me with the same loveliness he's showed me all day, before confusion suddenly dawns on him, and then his cheeks color red and he pulls away, almost retreating to the other edge of the bench.

I blink, not sure what just happened, but the tumbling in my abdomen still present.  "Uh...Bakugou...?"

The boy doesn't even want to face me.  "Did I really just do that?" he mutters to himself, the raspy growl that's more characteristic of him returning.

My heart sinks.  "Do you-?"

"Hey, don't look so upset," he glares at me before flushing again.  "I...somehow...know everything I did...  It was me...but it wasn't...really me."

"But everything you said-"

He growls and crosses his arms over his chest, looking away from me.  "Everything I said was true!  I just... I'm surprised I did it, and I was such a pansy about it."

I roll my eyes.  He's back, for real this time.  "Well, if that's the case, I won't hold you accountable-"

"Wait," Bakugou sighs, running a hand through his hair.  "I stand by everything I said, even the whole...thing...about you helping me."  It almost hurts him to say it.

I fold my arms over my chest and stand up.  "You don't have to force yourself to be good if you don't want to.  Things can go back to the way they were."

"I don't want it to!" he yells.  "I'll work at being less of an idiot if it means...that you'll...go out with me."

I examine him, all red-faced and uncomfortable, unable to look me in the eyes.  "I'm not gonna go easy on you."

He stands up and finally garners the courage to look at me again.  "I'm willing.  I'll try hard, I promise."

After thinking it over a moment, I relax my figure and place a kiss on his cheek.  "That's your reward for consciously admitting that you have a problem."

Bakugou's eyes bulge out of his head and I have to suppress my chuckles.  "Will there be more rewards?" he mumbles.

"Only if you really try."  I lean forward, catching him off guard and finally letting out a small fit of laughter.  "You know for most of the day, you were hanging onto me like I was you handbag, now you're shying away from me."

He scratches his burning neck.  "Hey, that wasn't me."

"It was a you that probably showed your deepest darkest wants," I tease, a smirk playing on my lips.

"Sh-Shut up, don't be so smug about it!"  He lightly shoves me away, digging his hands into his uniform pants pocket.  "You're the one asking for it because you liked it, stupid."

"Ah-ah," I hold up a finger like a teacher reprimanding a kindergardener.  "First thing is for you to stop calling people names."

He groans.  "Fine.  (Y-Y/n)."  His cheeks color all over again.

I slip my hand in his and his blush intensifies.  "Was that so hard to do?"

"Shut up," he mumbles softer this time.

He's a fixer-upper, he's still got a lot to learn, but hopefully, he'll get there eventually.

[mankaithings]

Ah I loved the overheard confession one! Will it be possible to make part 2 with them confessing? I mean if any of them would confess ofc. Thanks!

uwaa I’m really happy you enjoyed the first one, hope you also like this one <33

wait I edited the tsumugi one cause an anon let me know that I accidentally called him tsuzuru 

Hyodo Juza

Juza’s mouth ran dry, his grip tightened on the script he wrote for confessing to you-well, he did have some help from Muku and Kumon- but still, despite already knowing his lines, he couldn’t help to get nervous. He’s going to confess to his crush. Yes, he heard them admit their feelings for him weeks before but it doesn’t really reassure him. Not when so much negative thoughts keep on running through his mind

Finally he caught glimpse of your figure walking towards his figure and immediately he fixed his posture

“Ju-Juza?” You asked out of surprise, not expecting Juza to be the one waiting for you in the park. You were beyond happy but still, Juza was the last person you could think of that would call you out suddenly

“So...um....why did you call me out?” You internally cringed at your awkwardness, it wasn’t everyday that you acted like this but you were in front of your crush, even if you wanted to show him your cool side, it’s pretty impossible

“Oh...uh...” Juza fumbled with his words as he tried to remember what he had memorized the previous days, “I called ya out here cause...cause’ I wanna tell ya that...”

You listened to him patiently, but at the back of your mind you were gigging at how adorable Juza looked with red cheeks while he fumbled with his words. It really contrasts his image as that delinquent image everybody believes him to be

“I...I’ve liked ya for a long time already.” He suddenly bowed at you, “Please accept my feelings!” You flinched at the sudden rise of volume of his voice

Upon seeing you flinch Juza’s eyes casted downwards, he was worried he scared you, scared you enough to make you lose feelings for him

“Please stand up properly Juza,” You told him and took a deep breath, “Wow I actually feel the pressure.” You laughed and finally smiled at Juza, “To be honest I was planning on confessing to you but I guess you beat me to it.” You beamed at Juza’s surprise face

“Then would’ya go to this uh...” He trailed off and handed you a flyer, “New cafe downtown with me... heard they have good sweets there.”

Your eyes traveled from the paper and back up at Juza who was still red, “Yeah let’s go!” You agreed enthusiastically, “We’ll call it a date.” You grinned up at him and Juza found himself returning the gesture

Minagi Tsuzuru

Tsuzuru took a deep breath as he watched you finally read the letter he left in your locker. He asked Omi and Juza to go back home without him so he could finally talk to you about his feelings which he hoped you still returned even though he took such a long time in coming up with a way to confess to you

He liked to believe he was ready, he got the letter down, he knew what he had to say and already replayed it in his mind for so many times already yet there was something that continues to mess up with him

His nerves

He’s been an actor for a year so one would have expected him to gain confidence about dealing with this kind of things. But no, the nerves did not leave and it was almost worse than his first time up on the stage

“Um...Tsuzuru?” You tapped his back making him take a double take from where you were previously and where you were now, which was in front of him

He wanted to slap his forehead for uncharacteristically spacing out at such an important time and missing his chance on being the one to call you out instead of it being the latter

“Um...so I read the letter!” You held up the paper with a smile, trying to ease the awkward air around the two of you

“So..how was it?” He asked, trying to sound calm

“I-nobody has ever said this things about me,” You said in awe as you remembered about the contents of the letter and how Tsuzuru seemed to make all the flaws you think you had look attractive, “And I um- I really really like you too Tsuzuru.” You finally blurted out

“It might not seem so but I’ve liked you for a long time.” You could feel your cheeks burning as you stared at Tsuzuru who had the same expression as you

Flustered beyond comprehension

“If that’s the case.” Tsuzuru cleared his throat, “Would you like to go out with me?” He finally asked the question and he hoped it came out like how he imagined it to

“It would be my pleasure.” You smiled at him

‘Finally’, Tsuzuru thought as his shoulders started to relax, “Then I’ll pick you up on Friday.”

Tsukioka Tsumugi

Tsumugi tried to focus on the books in front of him but his mind continues to wander towards your phone call earlier. Despite the number of times he rereads the words printed on the paper, your voice admitting your feelings for him keeps on coming back inside his head

“Hey Tsumu, you okay?” You asked as you sat in front of him making Tsumugi drop his book and bring his gaze towards you

“Me? Yeah I am.” He smiled at you to show you he was alright but you just raised your eyebrows at him

“Yeah....you’re lying aren’t you?” You leaned towards him, “Don’t bother Tsumu I’ve known you for enough time to be able to tell when you’re telling the truth or not.” You moved your index finger side to side, a motion to show him you don’t approve of his lying

“Now, tell your dear friend what’s wrong~” You sang out and placed your hand on your palm which was on top of the table, “I’m not Tasuku but you can trust me.”

Tsumugi weighted out everything, he figured you most likely didn’t know that he heard about the conversation you had with your friend so you would probably feel embarrassed

But at the same time, he just can’t let the chance go. It’s not like he gets the chance to ask you out everyday so he wants to take his chance

Finally making his decision, Tsumugi took a deep breath

“Remember earlier when you were talking with your friend?”

“Oh the phone call? What about it?”

“Well I was actually there..”

You hummed to let him know you were listening

“And heard you saying you liked me.”

Suddenly there was a thud as you lost support, causing your face to fall on the table

“Crap that hurts,” You hissed and remembered Tsumugi’s presence in front of you and the problem you had

“You listened to our conversation?!”

Tsumugi laughed nervously, he was worried that you might have gotten hurt from that sudden fall but it seemed like you were alright, “I just accidentally heard it, no need to worry.”

“How can I not?” You asked indignantly, “My crush just basically told me he heard me admitting that I like him!”

Tsumugi couldn’t help but chuckle at you, he was sure you two were making too much noise inside the public library and was most likely disturbing people who was near your table

“I mean...will you want to go out with me?” Tsumugi asked, surprisingly calm

“If you want to I wouldn’t really mind,” You mumbled, already feeling like you were shrinking from embarrassment but soon you found yourself shaking from excitement

“Wait,” You breathed out as Tsumugi hummed, staring at you curiously, “I just want to confirm, we’re going out like a date? It wasn’t just my imagination, right?” You could feel your hands shaking and you hoped your voice remained normal

Tsumugi laughed softly but you noticed how his ears turned red and it made you feel relieved knowing you aren’t the only one who’s flustered, “Yeah, is there anywhere you want to go to?”

Takato Tasuku

You and Tasuku were on the way back home, but you could tell Tasuku was out of it, after he gave you the drink from the vending machine he was really quiet. There isn’t really anything different about that but Tasuku always answers you when you ask him question but now, you weren’t even sure he was hearing you

As he ran, Tasuku’s mind kept on thinking about your words, it wasn’t a confession. No, he knew that very well. But he was thinking why you couldn’t just admit your feelings for him upfront, not only that but he was wondering if he should go with asking you out or waiting for you to do it

“...U...”

“...Suku...”

“Tasuku!” Tasuku snapped back into reality once he turned around to see you a few distance away from him and breathing heavily

“I was asking you earlier if we could take a breather for a few minutes but you just jogged faster.” You said, still panting while Tasuku sighed at himself for getting lost in his thoughts and forgetting about you

“Sorry, I got lost in thought,” He apologized as he walked towards you

“No problem but really, what were you thinking that you seem like you were lost in your own world.” You frowned at the sight of Tasuku uncharacteristically blushing

Finally Tasuku heaved a deep sigh, “I heard about earlier,”

“What about earlier?”

“Do I have to really say it?”

“Well I wouldn’t know about it if you didn’t.”

“I heard you say ‘the things you do for the person you like’ o-or something along those lines,” Once again it was uncharacteristic for Tasuku to suddenly stammer between his sentence and it’s also very uncharacteristic to see him look so adorable while he tried to look like his usual composed self

You groaned, “I can’t believe it got out just like that.” You frowned, “But I do Tasuku, surprisingly enough you’re the one that I ended up having feelings for out of everyone in your troupe.”

Tasuku felt like there was something wrong with your sentence, especially the last part, it sounded like you were still wondering why out of all the people in Mankai, he was the one you liked

“You make it sound as if having feelings for me is a bad thing.”

“It isn’t,” You reassured him, “The thing is, you don’t notice it when I’m so obvious,” You scowled at all your attempts of letting him know about your feelings, you were sure everybody in Mankai knew about it too

Tasuku didn’t have anything to say about that

“If that’s the case, then let’s go out.”

“What?!” You asked in surprise, “Tasuku this isn’t some kind of joke...well it’s not like you’re one to joke but still!”

“I meant it,” He scowled, seriously as time passes he was starting to believe about your feelings for him wasn’t true

“But if you don’t-”

“I-” He coughed and looked away, “I guess I like you too.”

You could feel the smile breaking onto your face, “Really?”

“I told you already, didn’t I?” He sighed

You chuckled, “If you’re really interested then we should go on a date, there’s a play coming up.”

Upon hearing the word play leave your mouth, Tasuku returned his attention back to you, “A play? Where?”

You chuckled, at the end of the day Tasuku’s still Tasuku, the actor junkie and the one who gets too into his roles

With that thought in mind, you told him about the details of the play that was coming up

“I’ll get tickets for both of us.” He said and returned his attention back on the pavement, “But we should continue running and go home.” He turned to you, “Ready to leave?”

You hummed, “Just make sure to look at where you’re going and not bump into things.” You teased and snickered at Tasuku’s offended face

[noona-clock]

What’s Your Sign?: Gemini

Genre: High School!AU, Domestic!AU

Pairing: Shownu x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol/underage drinking

Words: 5,617

Author’s Note: Since I’m so fascinated by astrology, I decided to do a Zodiac series! I will be writing a one-shot fic for each sign featuring different members from different groups (and even an actor!). Each story will be posted on the 5th of the month during that sign’s season. Please reblog, comment, or send in an ask with your feedback! Thank you for your support 💜

It had all started back in high school.

You’d had the biggest crush on Shownu -- I mean, how could you not? He was cute, sweet, kind, ambitious, thoughtful, funny in a lame way, and he had muscles for days.

What was there not to like?

Since he was a fairly popular jock and you were a fairly unknown nerd, though, you kept your crush to yourself. I mean, that and the fact you were too shy to even approach him let alone talk to him. The guy lived in the same neighborhood as you, and he still had never noticed you, for crying out loud. You had every reason to be scared of walking up to him and introducing yourself and every reason not to do just that.

...Your best friend, Miley, however -- she had other plans.

Somehow, she had figured out you were as in love as a teenager could be with Shownu. You hadn’t been sure how she’d figured it out because you’d certainly never told her, but one day at lunch, she had come right out and asked you.

“Do you like Shownu?”

You had nearly coughed up your peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but since you’d always been a terrible liar, you’d had to admit it to her.

And then she had followed up her question with another question: “Why haven’t you told him?”

I mean, really! It’s like your best friend didn’t even know you at all!

“...Why would I tell him?” you’d asked with a very confused, wrinkled forehead.

Shouldn’t it have been completely obvious why you hadn’t told him? And would never tell him?

“Yeah, but you don’t know how he feels if you don’t try! What if you confess to him, and he says he’s been crushing on you for a long time, too! But he’s just never worked up the nerve to tell you! And then the two of you start dating, you graduate and go to college together, you get married, you have kids, and live the rest of your lives in domestic bliss!” Miley replied before sighing dreamily.

You stared at her from across the lunch table, one brow quirked and the most confused half-grin on your lips.

“Are you serious?” you finally asked. “That’s... never going to happen. This is real life, Miles, not a fairy tale.”

Miley rolled her eyes. “Oh, please, what I just described isn’t a fairy tale, either! It’s perfectly possible!”

“Not with Shownu, it’s not,” you murmured. “We live in the same neighborhood. If he liked me, don’t you think he would have at least talked to me by now?”

“There’s a party on Saturday,” Miley replied instead of answering your question. “I know you don’t want to, but you should come. Even if just for a little while!”

“Give me one good reason.”

“Because I want you to come.”

Since you were a shy introvert, your first instinct was to say “Absolutely not.”

...But Miley hardly ever asked you to go to a party. She knew you would say ‘No,’ and she respected your choice. So, her even asking you in the first place was kind of a big deal.

It was also your last year of high school; if you were ever going to actually go to a high school party, now was pretty much the time.

And... it’s not like you had any other plans this weekend besides reading and Netflix.

So, you let out a deep sigh.

And, despite your extreme urge to refuse, you said, “...Okay, fine.”

Miley froze, her eyes wide and her jaw agape.

“Yes, I said ‘okay, fine,’” you repeated with pursed lips. “But I’m driving us there so I can choose when we leave.”

“DEAL!” Miley cried, causing several classmates in the vicinity to turn and look at her. She clapped a hand over her mouth and shot you an apologetic look.

You simply rolled your eyes as you suppressed a smile.

There was no question in your mind that Miley wanted you to go to this party because Shownu would be there, and there was no question in your mind she would try to make you talk to him -- at the very least.

...This weekend was going to be interesting.

“I’m home!” you called out as you pushed the front door open with your knee. You turned sideways so you could fit through with your load of grocery bags, though before you could even take three steps into the entryway, Shownu was jogging down the hall to meet you.

“Hey, welcome back,” he greeted with a small smile. “Let me get those.”

He carefully -- but easily -- took one handful of bags from you and then the other before turning to head down to the kitchen.

“How --” you started to ask.

“She’s upstairs taking a nap,” Shownu answered before you could even finish, his voice soft so as not to wake up your sleeping daughter.

Ever since you had welcomed your daughter into your life, this had been the grocery routine: you would go shopping while Shownu stayed home with her. You truly didn’t mind because you would rather pick things out yourself, and Shownu always took over carrying things in and putting them away. You did most of the cooking, anyway (while Shownu did most of the dishes, in turn), so it made sense for you to shop for all of the food and household items you needed. In your eyes, it was a completely fair deal.

You followed Shownu down the hallway, waiting until he’d set the bags down on the counter before resting your hand in-between his shoulders blades.

“How are you?” you asked with one corner of your lips quirked up into a half-smile.

Shownu glanced at you over his shoulder, returning your smile with an adorable one of his own and leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. “I’m glad you’re home,” he answered.

Even though your husband always insisted you didn’t have to help put the groceries away -- you did all the shopping, after all -- when you came home to a sleeping toddler, you couldn’t resist. 

As slightly sad as it sounds, it was a nice way to get in ten extra minutes of alone time with him. And, Lord knows, after having a baby, alone time was in short supply.

By some miracle, your daughter was still quietly sleeping even after you finished putting all the groceries away, so you and Shownu decided to continue your alone time on the sofa.

As soon as you flopped down onto the cushion, Shownu reached out and circled his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. A smile tugged at your lips, and you nestled into him, inhaling his familiar scent and fitting your head into the crook of his neck.

Even after all these years, being in his embrace, being held so tightly made your heart all warm and fluttery.

“Are you sure I look okay?” you asked Miley for probably the fifth time as the two of you headed down the walkway of... Well, you weren’t sure exactly who was throwing this party. But you were walking toward his or her house, anyway.

And for probably the fifth time, Miley replied with, “Yes, you look amazing. I promise.”

You had let your best friend pick out your outfit for this party, and while she really hadn’t dressed you in anything you didn’t actually like... you just weren’t sure you liked it on you. But if she said you looked amazing, you figured you should trust her.

When you reached the front door, Miley stopped. She turned toward you and took your hands in hers, squeezing them affectionately. “You can have a good time if you let yourself,” she said with a half-smile. “And I swear I won’t purposefully try to get Shownu to talk to you.”

You shook your head gently as you let out a breathless chuckle at her promise.

“But if it happens accidentally, then I won’t do anything to stop it!” she added cheerfully.

Before you had the chance to assure her that was not going to happen, Miley opened the door and practically pushed you inside.

As soon as she closed the door behind you, you felt uncomfortable.

All of the people you didn’t know, the music, the red, plastic cups you knew had alcohol in them even though nobody here was legally allowed to drink...

It was an introvert’s nightmare, basically. But you’d promised Miley you would come and that you would try to have fun. 

You’d also promised to stay for at least an hour, so it was time to find a quiet corner -- and maybe a pet, if one was available -- and play games on your phone.

But you didn’t even take one step down the hallway before Miley gently grabbed your upper arm and murmured into your ear, “Do not just find a chair to sit in for an hour.”

You whipped your head around to look at her, your brow furrowed deeply. “But I --”

“I’ll stay with you the whole time,” she assured you. “But I’m not letting you just make yourself invisible. This is one of the last times we’ll be around these people. In a few months, we’ll all be graduating and going off to college, and you’ll never know what you might have missed out on if you just find an empty corner and play games on your phone the whole night.”

To be quite honest, you didn’t quite feel the same way about high school as Miley did. You had a strong inkling you really wouldn’t miss it once you left, but... to appease your best friend (whom you would miss once you left), you simply let out a soft sigh and nodded.

“All right,” you relented. “But if you leave me, and I end up alone --”

“You’ll never forgive me, I know,” Miley interrupted with a grin. “Now, come on. Let’s see if Shownu is here yet.”

“You said you wouldn’t --”

“I’m not! But if we just happen to run into him...”

You groaned as Miley tugged you down the hallway, already wishing your promised hour was up so you could go home.

After Miley had procured a drink for herself and a bottle of water for you, she led you around the house, stopping to say ‘hello’ and chat with anyone she even vaguely recognized. You knew a few people (knew of was more accurate, though, since you’d never actually had real conversations with any of them), but for the most part, everyone at this party was a stranger to you.

But then you saw Shownu.

Someone Miley had been chatting with had mentioned there were some games going on down in the basement -- which you figured probably meant Beer Pong or whatever it was -- so, she had excused you both and coerced you down there.

You had no intention of playing any sort of game, and Miley definitely knew that. When you reached the bottom of the basement stairs, though, you heard her whisper “Bingo.”

And that’s when you saw him.

And that’s when you knew.

Miley wasn’t going to purposely make you talk to him -- or make him talk to you -- but she sure as heck was going to purposely find him and force you to be in the same room as him.

Thankfully, Miley didn’t immediately push you toward him. She didn’t even go up to join the small group he was talking to. Instead, she corralled you over to a sofa with a couple of empty spots, and after over an hour of walking around and socializing, it was more than nice to be able to sit down and relax.

“How you holding up?” Miley asked, setting her drink down on the coffee table before sliding her arm through yours and resting her head on your shoulder.

“Well, we’ve been here for more than an hour, and I haven’t brought up leaving yet,” you answered. Which was true. But would you tell her you were having a good time? No, you would not.

“We’ll stay down here for a little while -- just to see! And if nothing happens after... half an hour, then we can --”

“Leave?” you interrupted, knowing she had just been about to say you could go back upstairs. But you wanted to take your chances.

Miley let out a soft sigh and nuzzled her head against your shoulder. “Okay, fine.”

It took everything in you not to pump your fist and cry out with a ‘yes!’

Miley sat back up and leaned over to get her drink, and you -- in true you fashion -- began to daydream. Half of your brain was daydreaming about Shownu coming over to talk to you, and the other half was daydreaming about going back home and turning yourself into a burrito blanket.

But then a loud voice interrupted your daydream before you even got the chance to really start.

Sigh.

“All right, everyone,” one of the guys standing near Shownu called out. And you kind of thought maybe he was the one throwing the party. Hadn’t you come trick-or-treating at this house once when you were little? And his mom had answered the door and given you two handful of chocolate? 

The guy began talking again, and you shook your head to rid yourself of your rambling thoughts. “Since this is our last high school party, I thought we should take it old school and play some games we used to as kids.”

Ooh, like Go Fish?

“So, we’re starting out with Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

...Oh. So, not Go Fish.

You started to get off the sofa, but Miley tightened her hold on your arm and pulled you back down.

Excuse me?

She expected you to join in on Seven Minutes in Heaven? The game where you get shut into a closet with someone and are expected to make out?

...Was she drunk?

“Miles, how much have you had to drink?”

“Not as much as you’re thinking. Just relax, your name probably won’t even be picked.”

Just after she said that, someone handed each of you a slip of paper and a pencil. You figured you were supposed to write your name on it, drop it into someone’s hat, and then somebody would pick out two names.

As your heart began to thump in your chest, you quickly scribbled down your name and thrust your slip of paper into Miley’s hand.

Oh, god, why hadn’t you written down someone else’s name?! That was a genius plan!

You tried to get the piece of paper back from your best friend, but she closed her fist tightly, hopped up off the couch, and dropped both pieces into a hat the guy who’d announced the game was holding out.

You watched with wary eyes as everyone in the basement came to put their name in the hat. All the while, your brain was repeating over and over again, “Your name probably won’t even be picked.”

When the party host started shaking the hat around, you closed your eyes.

Your name probably won’t even be picked. Your name probably won’t -- oh, god, why had you done this? -- even be picked. Your name probably --

“Y/N!”

Well, there went your friendship with Miley.

“Shownu!”

...Excuse me what?

...Oh, wait. Did you just say that out loud?

Before you even knew what was happening, someone (presumably Miley) had forced you to stand up and was pushing you toward an open door. The other party-goers in the basement were hooting and hollering, and Shownu was walking toward the door, too, and it was all such a blur and then you were suddenly in the closet and someone was closing the door behind you.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

You were currently shut in a closet with Shownu.

It was completely dark, so you couldn’t see anything, but you could feel him standing in front of you. You could hear his breathing, even over the anxious rushing in your ears.

Actually, the longer you stood in silence, the more you could hear how rapid and erratic his breaths were.

“...Are you... okay?” you asked, though you were incredibly surprised you were able to manage words right now. And you were also surprised that those were your very first words you’d ever spoken to him.

“I, uh --” he stammered. “I just... don’t want to be in here.”

Your heart sank when you heard his answer. Or maybe a cold knife went through it. Or both.

He didn’t want to be in here with you.

Wonderful.

“Sorry,” you murmured, feeling a bit breathless. “We don’t have to do anything --”

“No, no!” he interjected. “Not -- it’s not you. I just -- I don’t like small spaces. Or being closed in.”

It honestly took everything in you not to let out a huge sigh of relief. 

He didn’t want to be in here because he was claustrophobic! That was great news!

I mean, not really because he was probably on the edge of freaking out, but you know what I mean.

“Oh!” you breathed. “Well. I, uh... I don’t like flying, but my grandparents live too far away to drive, so we have to fly every time we go see them, and I’ve found that writing down memories or future plans I’m looking forward to helps -- except you don’t have a pen and paper in here, so you can just talk about them. What are you doing after graduation?”

...You were thoroughly impressed that you’d just said all of those words to Shownu. And they all made sense! They’d been a bit hurried and maybe you’d stumbled on a few here and there, but you’d talked to him!

“Well,” he replied with a soft, anxious chuckle. “I got accepted at my first choice, so I’m moving there once summer is over.”

“Oh, really? Which school?”

And when Shownu told you his future alma mater, your heart skipped a couple of beats. “Really?” you asked. “Me, too. Both of my parents went there, so it’s becoming a sort of family tradition.”

“Do you know which dorm you’re in?” he inquired.

“Morris Hall,” you answered with a grin. You’d just received the email yesterday, and you’d been looking at layouts and pictures of the dorms online to try and figure out how you wanted to decorate it.

“No way, same here,” Shownu replied, and you could hear he was grinning, as well.

Oh, good gracious. Not only where you and Shownu going to the same university in the fall, but you would be in the same dorm?

...Were you going to survive your freshman year?

“Your name is... Y/N, right?” he asked, sounding a bit less confident than he usually looked.

You simply hummed positively, nodding even though he couldn’t hear you.

“We live in the same neighborhood, don’t we?” he continued.

“Yes -- I mean, I think we do.”

“...How come we’ve never talked or anything?” Shownu sounded genuinely confused, and it was probably the cutest thing ever.

“Well -- we, uh -- I guess we just... haven’t ever been in the same classes?” Which you knew was true because you’d been keeping track. By some act of Satan, Shownu’s schedule had literally never matched up with yours. Some semesters, you’d had the same teacher, just different class periods, and it had taken everything in you not to ask the guidance counselor to switch your classes just so you could be in the same room as him.

“Yeah, that must be it,” he murmured. “What are you majoring in?”

And so your conversation continued, focusing mainly on your university plans and what you wanted to do for a career, but there was also some high school and neighborhood talk sprinkled in there.

A loud knock suddenly rang through the air, and a muffled voice announced you had one minute left.

Really? Six minutes had already gone by?

“Hey,” Shownu began, and you could feel him shifting around. “Thank you. All that talking really did help. I actually completely forgot we were... in a closet.”

You could feel your cheeks warming, and you were now glad there was no light whatsoever. “You’re welcome. I’m glad it helped.”

You then heard some rustling, and after a few moments, the light of his phone screen shone through the darkness. “Here, put your number in -- if you want to. You don’t have to, of course, I just figured since we’re going to the same university --”

You took his phone, though you truly had no idea how your hands were not shaking right now.

After typing in your number, you handed it back to him. The soft light from the screen illuminated his face slightly, and you could see he was smiling as he looked down at your number.

Oh, god, you were about to die. Your heart was going to give out right here, right now. Shownu was smiling because you had given him your number.

You knew the whole point of Seven Minutes in Heaven was to make out with someone, but what had just happened between you and Shownu had been so much better.

It didn’t take long for Shownu to lie back down on the sofa, pulling you with him and shifting so you could rest partially on his chest.

You let out a very content sigh as you settled in and tangled your legs with his. There was hardly anything better in the world than cuddling like this with Shownu, even though you’d done it countless times by now.

“All we need is an episode of Law & Order playing on the television, and it would be just like old times,” Shownu murmured.

You chuckled softly, lifting your free hand and beginning to trace over the letters on his t-shirt. “But you would also need to be eating something.”

“Not just any something,” he replied.

And then both of you said, “Luigi’s Pizza” at the same time.

Yep, that was it. Law & Order, Luigi’s Pizza, and sofa snuggle sessions. That described your last year of college to a T.

That was the year you and Shownu had (finally) gotten together. After almost three and a half years of being friends, Shownu had confessed his feelings for you, and you’d been dating -- and then engaged, and then married -- ever since.

When you’d walked out of that closet all those years ago at the party you hadn’t wanted to go to, you’d truly thought you wouldn’t hear from Shownu again. He had gotten your number, and the two of you had been set to live in the same dorm at university just a few months later, but still. Why would he have actually wanted to hang out with you? Talk to you? Get to know you?

But, to your surprise. he had texted you the next day. Nothing super exciting -- it had just been a simple “hey how’s your weekend?” but that was still worlds more than you’d been expecting.

In fact, the entire summer turned out to be worlds more than you were expecting. You and Shownu actually... hung out. You talked. You got to know each other. And when you both eventually packed up and moved into your new dorm for your first year of college, Shownu actually called you his friend.

While getting to know Shownu on a personal level did confirm that your crush on him had been completely justified, you... actually weren’t heartbroken or disappointed in the least that he saw you as just a friend. You had kind of gone into this knowing he wouldn’t see you as anything more because... why would he?

But anyway -- the two of you had grown pretty close during the first three years of university. Shownu was much more outgoing than you, but as it turned out, he liked to stay in for a quiet night just as much as you did. He was quietly intelligent, highly adaptable and laid-back, and he made friends more easily than you could ever comprehend. He was the perfect balance to your very structured, slightly stubborn, incredibly shy self. 

The two of you had spent just about every weekend together, even moving to the same apartment complex after two years in the dorm.

You studied together, ate meals together, watched movies together -- Shownu had even convinced you to work out with him a handful of times.

And then one night during your Senior year, Shownu had just come out and confessed. The rest, obviously, was history.

“Do you... remember when we first met?” you asked, keeping your gaze focused on your finger as you continued to trace over Shownu’s t-shirt.

“Yeah,” he murmured, and you could tell his eyes were closed. If you kept on tracing his shirt, he would probably be asleep within five minutes. “Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

“Miley forced me to go to that party,” you told him with a bashful grin.

Shownu let out a soft chuckle, his breath ruffling the hair on top of your head. “I wondered about that. Especially after I really got to know you. I mean, I’m glad you came. Obviously. But have you been to a party since?”

“No,” you laughed.

“Why did she force you to go?”

“Oh, you know,” you sighed. “Typical ‘the last time we’ll get to see these people’ stuff. And... well, I kind of had a major crush on you.”

Shownu paused, and for some reason... you were nervous. You weren’t sure why because Shownu was literally your husband and the father of your child, but... you had never told him. 

“Wait, really?” he asked, squeezing your shoulder a little.

“Yeah,” you chuckled awkwardly. “For basically all of high school. You have no idea how nervous I was when we got shoved into that closet together.”

“Wait, what? You had a crush on me for all of high school?”

You pressed your lips together, nodding and letting out a positive hum.

“Wh -- Babe, why did you never tell me?” he asked, sounding probably as shocked as you’d ever heard him.

“Because! Once I got comfortable enough around you, we were already friends,” you explained.

Shownu moved to sit up then, gently pushing you up, too, and turning to face you. His forehead was adorably wrinkled as he stared at you, and then he asked, “Did you... like me the whole time?”

You thought for a moment before lifting one shoulder into a clumsy shrug. “I mean, the feelings were always there, yes. But I wasn’t, like, pining. At first, it was kinda hard, yeah. I really liked you even before we met, and then getting to know you proved how justified my crush was because you’re such an amazing person. But... eventually... I don’t know. You just became my friend, and that’s what I saw you as. For the most part.”

Shownu still looked incredibly confused, even after your explanation, so you decided to continue.

“Okay, do you remember the night I found out my dad had been in an accident?”

He nodded.

“I called you over because you were the only person I knew I could trust with my vulnerability. I didn’t want to tell anyone else -- just you. I knew you wouldn’t be uncomfortable, and you would know what to do, and... I just wanted you to be there with me. Not because I thought you would hug me and I just wanted to be in your arms -- because... I needed my friend.”

You felt like you weren’t making much sense, but Shownu’s look of confusion had faded slightly, so maybe you were.

“But... you still liked me?”

“Of course, I did,” you smirked. “The feelings were always there. They... just took a back seat for a while.”

“Until I confessed.”

“Until you confessed.”

“And I never figured it out?”

“My love...” you chuckled softly. “You’re rather... oblivious. I’m not saying I was being obvious in the least, but even if I had been flirting in your face... you probably wouldn’t have noticed.”

He furrowed his brow then and shot you a curious look. “If I hadn’t --”

“Let’s... not go there,” you interrupted, resting a hand on his upper arm.

Believe me, you’d thought about that before. A lot. You’d come to the conclusion that it wasn’t healthy to think about Ifs. If this had happened differently in any way... you may not be where you were right now, and where you were right now was exactly where you wanted to be.

Shownu nodded slowly for a few moments before moving to put an arm around your shoulders. He pulled you in close, pressing a kiss to your temple and not moving for almost a minute.

“I love you,” he murmured against your skin.

A smile sprung onto your lips, and you closed your eyes so you could truly revel in this feeling. Even though he’d held you and kissed you and told you he loved you literally hundreds of thousands of times by now, you never took it for granted. You never got tired of it, not even the tiniest bit.

“I love you, too,” you replied before you tilted your head back and requested a real kiss.

Just as Shownu obliged, placing his lips on yours... your daughter’s babbling trickled through the speaker of the baby monitor.

You smiled wryly, letting out a soft chuckle and kissing your husband quickly before pushing yourself off of the sofa. “I got her,” you said. Shownu had just been a single parent for almost two hours while you’d been grocery shopping, so it was your turn to take the reins.

Before you could leave, though, Shownu reached out and gently took hold of your wrist.

“Hey,” he said quietly.

You raised your eyebrows, turning to look down at him.

“Thank you. For... everything. For being a great wife and a great mom and a great person and... for being you. Thank you.”

You’d known Shownu for so many years now. You knew everything about him, and yet... he still managed to surprise you sometimes.

He could be oblivious and clueless and even too laid back. He showed you he loved you all the time, of course, but he wasn’t always the best at telling you. Usually, you were the one to say it first, and he would respond with that sweet, eye-crinkling smile of his.

And then he had moments like this. Moments where he thanked you for being you, just out of the blue.

You wouldn’t lie: sometimes it felt like you were married to two different guys. But you didn’t really have a problem with that because you loved both of them. You loved all sides of Shownu with your whole heart, and you always would.

You leaned down to press yet another kiss to his lips, murmuring a “You’re welcome” against them.

But your daughter’s voice interrupted you again, so you laughed softly and excused yourself once more.

As you headed down the hallway, though, you heard Shownu’s footsteps thudding behind you. He came up and slid his arms around your waist, announcing that he was coming with you.

“You don’t have to,” you chuckled, walking awkwardly with him behind you.

“But I want to. There’s no one else I’d rather spend time with,” he told you as he kissed your cheek. “You’re my friend, too. My best friend. And we made the best daughter in the world, so... yeah. I’m coming with you. Always.”

Well, there he went again. Surprising you.

But instead of getting all emotional and sappy about it and reacting as his wife, you decided to react as his friend.

“Oh, so I’m your friend,” you said.

Shownu nodded, humming positively in response to your statement.

“You... only see me as a friend.”

“Wait -- no, that’s not what I meant --”

“Okay, then, friend,” you teased as you approached the bottom of the staircase. “Let’s go get our daughter up from her nap, friend.”

“Be quiet,” he chuckled.

“Okay, friend, I’ll be quiet.”

You could tell Shownu was going to attack your sides with tickles at any moment, so you squirmed out of his hold and began to rush up the stairs.

Your husband was quick, though -- and you knew this. He chased you up, eliciting a laughing squeal from your throat, and you knew it was only a matter of time before he caught you, held you tightly, and kissed you until you admitted you were more than just a friend.

Despite your teasing, though, you knew Shownu was right. And you felt exactly the same way.

He was your husband, yes. The love of your life, absolutely. But he hadn’t just stopped being your friend the moment he’d confessed his feelings to you. He still was your friend. You still loved just hanging out with him and talking to him about whatever was on your mind. You still knew you could count on him to be there for you when you felt vulnerable. You still wanted to spend time with him more than anyone else (except maybe Miley, who was now the best Aunt to your daughter she could possibly be).

Truly, you couldn’t imagine your life being even an iota different than what it was right now, and you honestly didn’t even want to.

And to think... it all started in a basement closet.

Other Signs: Aries, Taurus, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces

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Kait Reacts To The AE: Other Endings

Bad Ending 3!  I’ll likely be doing this for the Bad Endings as I collect them but that make take a few days because I’m not sure where all of them are and I have to play the Route over and over. If you click it, it’s your choice. We’ll see if I want to talk about all of them though.

Don’t Follow V. This is the ending that’s triggered if you don’t trust V and say that you aren’t going to follow him. It seems like that’s a reasonable thing to do given what’s happened. You saw him torture Saeyoung with drugs, you saw him drug the RFA without warning or fear. It doesn’t matter what’s happening, you saw him destroy everything to covet Rika in this ending. It’s just what happened in the Secret Endings kicked to an eleven. 

I know people have a whole thing about V right now, but I do point people to look at what he was willing to do in the Secret Endings for comparison. In his worst moments, V does have the capacity to spiral wildly and this is just proof in one of the ways that say how far he would go to do what he needed to do. He wanted to protect Rika at the end of the day. He’s wanted to do that since she spiraled and then killed Mother Choi. He’s been covering for her forever, and alongside Mika, the two of them fed into her toxic thoughts. 

Rika was the one to do everything on her own but the people that continued to allow her to think that way, and say that it was a good idea, well. Mika and V did do a lot wrong. I’m disappointed in Jihyun, to be honest with you, I thought that he would suffer and take Rika away so he would be the only one that she hurt ever again, alongside keeping her away from the cops. But, that didn’t happen, he sold his soul to the devil for his sun. 

Hate that for you V, but I can’t forgive you. 

The only reason I gave him and Rika a chance on the last day was because of Saeran. I knew that as wicked as it was, neither of these two wanted the boys to die. So, using that theory alone, I gave them a chance. I don’t forgive them, that is for damn sure, but Saeran wanted to forgive so he could move on from the anger, but I hope nobody reads that as him saying he wants to be around him or that he isn’t upset. 

He says himself that he’s upset and that he doesn’t want to be around them. Him forgiving the people that hurt him wasn’t about letting them into his life, or letting go of what hurt. It was allowing him the catharsis of grieving and giving him the strength to step out of the dark. Forgiveness isn’t about that. It’s different for everyone. For Saeran, it was accepting that he was hurt and accepting that even cruel people can hurt. 

Saeran is a kind person, and I have faith in that. If he wanted to forgive to be able to move on, I’m with him. I won’t give those that hurt him. But, if that helped him move on? I’m happier for that. I’m with Saeyoung, honestly, I can’t forgive anyone that hurt my boys. I can’t forgive the people that hurt me in my life, and I never will. But, that’s my choice and I have that right. I hope the rest of you know that you have right. 

The whole problem with V’s AE was that it guilted you into choosing forgiveness to “get the better ending.” And, in Saeran’s AE, you get the choice to decide how you forgive, and everyone does. I know a lot of people aren’t happy with the AE in terms of this theory, but I actually liked it a lot as someone who doesn’t usually forgive people. For Saeran, that felt like a good choice. He wasn’t saying, “I forgive you, I love you, I want you in my life.” He was saying, “I forgive you for hurting me, but I don’t want to see you again and I’m doing this because I want to move on and say that I stood up to you and choose kindness instead of anger.” 

Saeran has always been trapped with anger and he choose kindness in the end. 

I liked that choice. It felt true to him. I hope that makes sense. Now, V respects that choice and lets you leave. He understands why and he lets you go back to Driver Kim and the others, and he doesn’t say anything else. He just fades and so does Rika. They do get caught and they do have to face what they did, but the Prime Minister gets away. 

Saeran is nowhere to be found. 

The conversation between Yoosung and Zen is relatively the same until the end of their conversation where instead of being hopeful, it shifts to their worried eye and tells you that something isn’t right. Something really isn’t right. You have to wonder what’s going to happen for a moment as the boys talk and you know that Saeran’s fate is in the air. 

Is he okay?

Is he safe?

Is he... alive?

[3 MONTHS LATER] 

Saeran was taken by Saejoong to be used and abused in a hidden estate in the middle of nowhere. Nobody knows what happened to him but it’s implied that it was a lot of horrible things that cannot be repeated on television. It’s only said that he was found unconscious. Saeyoung has been working for three months without reprieve trying to take down the agency and find his brother. It’s... it’s a mess, he’s a mess.

Vanderwood finds him in the midst of a mess and looking like he hasn’t sleep in a long time. However, when the news blares, they’re the first one to say that they need to go to his brother, now. Saeyoung stares with wide eyes and a slack jaw before he says the player’s name, and he says, “We need them. Saeran would want to see them.” 

“Right.”

Saeyoung is... it’s hard to describe his tone in this ending.

 His voice actor put a lot of emotion into this scene and I was bawling as... as Saeyoung blamed himself for everything that happened from the start. He just keeps telling us that he’s sorry, he’s sorry for everything, he’s sorry that this is all his fault, and that he is sorry this happened. Saeyoung always blames himself for what happened and I worry for him.

I fear for his emotional safety in this ending. 

It’s really hard to talk about everything that he said. I just... there was so much feeling in this scene that if you play it for yourself, I would warn you to be mindful of what that feeling will do to you. Saeyoung, this isn’t your fault, it’s not your fault this happened. 

Please. 

Saeyoung leaves the room. You don’t say anything for a moment, and you’re gifted two options. You can say: You can rest now. Or, you can say what I picked and that’s: I hope you’re happy in your dreams. And then, the camera pans to the bedside where you are with Saeran. 

He’s in a coma and it’s not known if Saeran will wake up, die, or what have you. It feels like he’s never going to wake up, and you lay there, clutching the Lily of the Valley as your promise of happiness seems begotten and forgotten as you weep at his bedside, praying for Saeran to wake up and be okay. But, it’s not known or revealed what will become of him in the end. He’s asleep, and you’re here with him. 

This is the end. 

[langdxn]

Oof wife, I miss you help me with the thought of Xavier + breeding kink…Delicious 😈

EEESH I’ve waited SO LONG to do this, thank you wifey! Hope you’re well! 🖤🖤🖤 (gif by @langdvn)

A new feeling washed over Xavier at campfire truth or dare. A fresh pang of unease bolted through his body, an almost out-of-body experience as he watched himself unravel beside the dying embers of the fire.

“Come on babe, you asked for truth so answer it,” Montana goaded you, eagerly twirling her bleach blonde hair in her fingers. “Do you, or do you not, wanna have Xavier’s babies?”

Your hand fired up to cover your mouth in a pathetic bid to disguise your nervous laughter. Ray slapped his thighs and leaned in close, an exhilarated smile beaming back at you as he waited for your response. Chet’s smug grin burned into your other cheek, but there was no sign of the bleached actor in question.

That most important of conversations between a serious couple never happened for you and Xavier. Despite three blissfully happy years together, you’d never once thought he was the kind of guy that wanted to settle down — a free spirit, an aspiring actor that didn’t need tying down to a certain state or home when he needed to be halfway across America on set for weeks on end. You’d always wanted kids one day but you were fairly certain you couldn’t convince Xavier of the same.

“Well yeah, sure,” you trailed off helplessly, eyes darting at the floor and idly kicking the bark around your sneakers. “Maybe one day, yeah. When we’re both ready.”

“I fucking knew it!” Ray cheered wildly, punching the air enthusiastically. “Xav, you hear that? You’re gonna be a daddy!”

“Shut up, Ray.” Ever the peacemaker, Brooke jabbed him in the ribs, received with an exaggerated ouch and a frantic rub of his side. “Xavier, don’t listen to him.”

“Nah nah, do listen to him,” Chet piped up, instinctively flexing his muscles as usual. “When are you guys gonna start making babies already?”

The actor leaned forward from his position in the shadows, his face slowly bathed in the amber glow of the fire. As his features came into focus, Xavier looked concerned. Scared. Conflicted. Your answer had clearly shaken him up, leaving him fiddling nervously with the cuffs on his lavender jacket.

“Yeah, yeah I heard,” he sighed, almost wishing the words wouldn’t tumble from his lips as he stubbed out the last of his joint. “Listen, I’m gonna call it an early night guys. It’s been fun but I’m totally wiped.”

Boos and hisses echoed around the campfire as he bolted to his feet, brushing down his white pants and walking wearily in the direction of the boys cabin. Eyes shot over to you, your friends grinning manically as if they expected you to follow him.

“Babe, he’s going to burn all his condoms now he doesn’t need them anymore,” Montana jibed loudly as the rest of the group erupted into gossip and laughter before she grabbed hold of your arm and leaned in to whisper to you. “Go to him, he needs you.”

“But he— he looks mad,” you panicked, brows furrowed.

“Trust me, please, he needs to make sense out of all that,” the blonde pulled on your sleeve and gestured you toward him. “He’s a bonehead, you need to spell it out for him.”

“I hope you’re right, ‘Tana,” you sighed, hesitantly grabbing your jacket and speeding to follow him.

“Xavier, wait!” You called out as he raced ahead of you, feet barely touching the ground until he swung the cabin door open and bundled in. Cursing yourself as your legs couldn’t carry you fast enough, you tumbled through the door to find the cabin empty. Gaze firing across the room and finding nobody in any bunks, only the pale moonlight flooding through the windows to light the interior. “Xav, are you okay?”

The cabin door creaked closed behind you, spinning you on your heels to find Xavier stepping slowly toward you.

“Listen, I know that was a bit crazy but I didn’t mean right now—“

As his sneakers bumped against yours, his hands gently wandered your body and his head dipped into the crook of your neck.

“Truth or dare, baby girl?” Xavier whispered, fluttering butterfly kisses into your sensitive skin as he stripped you slowly, softly, sensually, your clothes pooling at your feet.

“Uh, truth?” You replied hesitantly, unsure of where he was going with his line of questioning, taking his lead and shedding his clothing in return.

Once he unhooked your bra, your last remaining attire, Xavier cupped your face in both hands and smiled at you warmly, his piercing blue eyes staring straight into your soul.

“Will you have a baby with me?”

Your breath caught in your throat as you both stood together in the middle of the messy, dimly-lit boys cabin, completely stripped.

“Are... are you sure?” You stammered frantically as he stepped you back until you bumped into a blunt wooden desk behind you. “You know they were just joking out there, right?”

“Answer the question, honey,” Xavier pressed firmly, holding his lips a tantalising inch from yours while carefully hitching you up onto the desk, wrapping your bare legs around his waist.

“Well yeah, yeah, of course I do, but you’ve got your career—“

“Screw my career,” he husked, one hand journeying to his hardening length and lining himself up with your entrance. “Sly Stallone was 30 when he did Rocky, I’ve got plenty of time to make it. Just say the words, baby girl.”

Your eyes locked, gazing at each other like the first time you met. All the moments of love, lust and companionship between you, they all boiled down to this one moment.

“Okay, I’ll be clear,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and dug your heels into the back of his thighs, drawing him close until the tip of his cock, dripping impatient beads of precum, edged through your folds. “Xavier Plympton, breed me.”

“That’s my girl,” he purred, capturing your lips in a heated kiss mingling both of your tense moans as he rocked his hips forward and buried his length inside you.

“So…” you stumbled through broken gasps as he slowly bottomed out inside you, rolling your hips toward him to keep up with his glacial pace. “How long have you kept this quiet?”

“A couple years,” he hummed almost matter-of-factly as he groaned watching his cock pouring into your cunt.

“Years?!” Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, a quirked eyebrow aimed straight for the man currently revelling in the feeling of your walls wrapped tightly around him after years of using condoms.

“Sorry, I just didn’t know how to bring it up,” he punctuated every word with a curl of his hips, sending your eyes darting to the ceiling as he grazed your sensitive spot.

“It’s easy really, Plympton, just rip off the rubber and tell me you’re gonna fuck a baby into me.”

“Well,” he grasped your hips firmly, fingertips delving into your soft skin as he growled hungrily. “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you.”

Xavier ramped up the pace of his determined thrusts with the words rolling off his tongue, increasing to a frantic pace as he slipped through your swollen folds. Your back arched eagerly into him, digging crescents into his back so fervently you were sure you’d drawn blood in the heat of the moment.

“What—what are we gonna tell the others?”

“That I’ve got super sperm and I knocked you up on the first try?” His childlike grin stretched further across his lips as his tip crashed into your walls, leaving a burning throb in your core signalling your own climax was near. “If I get you pregnant now, you’ll be showing by the time we leave here after the summer.”

“You want to show me off to the rest of the counsellors?” You rolled your hips into him as he pounded you relentlessly into the wooden desk.

“Who wouldn’t, baby? You’re smokin’ hot even when you’re not carrying my child...” Xavier trailed off as he fixed a flat expectant palm on your abdomen, sending a bolt of heat to your cheeks. “Just imagine how radiant you’ll look when you’re pregnant. I’m sorry babe, I’ll never be able to stop holding your bump.”

“As long as you won’t stop fucking me when I’m huge,” you pleaded softly as your walls constricted around him.

“I can’t believe you’d suggest that—fuck, I’m close… lie back for me, baby,” he quickly gestured you down to the desk as he grabbed a sweatshirt from his bunk and tucked it beneath your hips, his thrusts stuttering frantically. “Let’s knock you up, babe.”

“Kiss me while you impregnate me, Xav.”

You pulled him down to you, using your last snap of energy before the pressure inside your core unleashed a tidal wave of arousal over his length as he pulsed within your folds. The cabin echoed with your blissful moans into each other’s mouths and the obscene slick of his thrusts as Xavier released in tandem with you.

Winding down his rolling hips, Xavier watched your folds to make sure he’d filled you properly. Bottoming out one last time, he sighed contentedly and met your loving gaze.

“Our parents are gonna kill us when we get home,” you bit your bottom lip before Xavier planted a haunting kiss on them.

“Then let’s never go home.”

[wandas-sunshine]

The Muse’s Dance - Part 3

Summary: Steve is a fine arts major, (Y/N) is a dance major. Their meeting wasn’t supposed to be anything big, but Steve is sure he’s found his new muse, and (Y/N) is suddenly convinced that maybe she doesn’t have to choose between her career and a relationship.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 7,466

Warnings: Smut, dubcon at first glance, fluff

A/N: The song in the chapter is The Lady Is A Tramp by Frank Sinatra. This chapter connects directly to the previous one, so hopefully the flow isn’t off. Enjoy!

Part 2 | Series Masterlist

The two stood in front of a cute little diner with a bright sign over the door. It read ‘Uncle Ben’s’ in shining letters. The sign in the window said they were open, and Steve held the door open for her. Inside, everything was cheery and safe. The black and white tile, the red seats that matched the jukebox by the counter. The walls were covered with pictures of actors and celebrities from the 50s, and various records. One wall in particular caught her eye, the one behind the counter. It had a collage of pictures surrounding a framed one of a man. She assumed that was Uncle Ben.

“Welcome to Uncle Ben’s diner. What do you think?” Steve had let his arm slide away from her shoulders as she looked around. She seemed a bit brighter now, a smile blossoming onto her face.

“This place is incredible, I love it.” She turned to look at him before hugging his waist tightly. “Thank you, Steve.”

Her fingers reached up, brushing across his cheek. Her eyes danced across his face, landing on his lips for a split second. She wanted to say thank you, maybe not in the best way, but she just wanted to kiss him so badly. She glanced away, and so did he.

“Go ahead, pick any seat you’d like. I’ll grab a menu for you.” Steve suggested, and she nodded, happily making herself comfortable in one of the red booths. She watched Steve lean himself against the counter until a pretty middle aged woman came out. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her smile lit up her face. Whoever she was, she seemed to know Steve well enough. She reached up and ruffled his already messy hair, saying something to earn one of those brilliant sunshine smiles of his.

“You brought a girl,” May pointed out quietly. Steve dropped his head for a second before glancing over towards (Y/N). She looked better than she had when he’d picked her up. The red around her eyes had faded, and the frown that had been etched onto her face had turned into a content smile as she looked around. “You never bring anyone but James and Natasha. She must be something special.”

Steve blushed an even darker shade. Of course she was special. If only he could convince her of that.

“Yeah, she’s real special. But we’re just friends.” He shrugged and took the menu that May had passed across the bar to him. The woman lifted a curious eyebrow and glanced past him at the girl. She was watching on with a dreamy smile that May recognized all too well.

“I don’t think she knows that.” The woman patted his hand affectionately before letting him head for his seat. He shook his head a little. He hadn’t expected that sort of thing from Aunt May, but he probably should have. He slid into the booth and passed (Y/N) the menu. She wiggled in her seat excitedly and he practically felt his heart combust in his chest.

“What were you two talking about?” She asked, looking up at him through her eyelashes. He rolled his eyes at her.

“We were just catching up. She’s surprised I brought someone new.” Steve waved his hand dismissively, but she wasn’t about to let it go so easily. She propped her chin in her hands and stared at him until he went on. “May’s known me for a few years now. I moved in a few blocks down. Me and Buck found the place that night. I don’t really bring anyone around here. Only the special ones.”

Her hand reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Steve considered her special. Special enough to go out of his way to comfort her over something as stupid as her parents coming to support her. Special enough to bring her to his secret place. Special enough to call her his muse.

“Good to know you think so highly of me. Even after everything.” She playfully nudged her leg against his under the table. “So, the burgers here any good?”

“Best in town if I do say so myself.” Their little bit of banter was interrupted by the same smiling woman. Something about her felt safe, familiar. “May Parker. But these guys call me Aunt May.”

She stuck out a hand, and the young dancer took it politely. The handshake didn’t last long as Aunt May placed her hands on her hips.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m (Y/N). I’m Steve’s —” There was a breath of hesitation. She was so much more than his friend, and both of them felt it. But lingering touches and longing glances, painting company and rehearsal feedback didn’t mean a thing if neither of them trusted themselves to make it something more. “—friend.”

“A pleasure to meet you, sweetheart. Now, what can I get for you two?” If she noticed the awkward moment (and how could she have not?) she didn’t say anything. She simply produced a notepad from her apron pocket, and took the pencil from behind her ear. The two placed their orders, and (Y/N) wondered what exactly Steve’s ‘usual’ was. She wondered how long he’d explored the menu before he settled on it, and how often he strayed from it. She took May’s advice, a bacon cheeseburger with fries. With a promise that their food would be out soon, May hurried out of their way.

Once the two of them were alone again, they fell back into their comfortable quiet. They sipped their water and shared little smiles. It was a silence that both of them could happily stay in all night. The soft music that played eased the awkwardness that may have tried to build.

“Hey, how’s your piece coming?” Her hand brushed against his to draw his attention, not that he’d ever taken it away from her. Her hand lingered there, and Steve so easily could have held it...and Steve so badly wanted to hold it.

“It’s finished actually. Just put the final touches on it today. I can’t wait for you to see it.” He grinned at her, and everything else faded to mere background noise. The way he looked at her was the only thing that mattered anymore.

“Two more days. Are you gonna make it to see me dance?” She asked with a hopeful gleam in her eye. Performing with her parents in the crowd would have her on edge, but if Steve was there, she knew she’d be more than okay.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I promise you I’ll be there.” He crossed his heart with one hand and squeezed hers with the other. The two of them shared a look, emotion clouded eyes meeting and begging one another to say something, to do something to break the building tension between them. Their moment was once more cut short, this time by the arrival of their food. A couple burgers were sat down with two orders of fries, and a chocolate milkshake that made Steve grin. (Y/N) popped a fry into her mouth and hummed appreciatively as it scalded her in that way that french fries tend to do.

“Go on, try the burger! Bucky barely eats anyone else’s. Only the Parkers and the cook know the secret to making them so good.” Steve urged excitedly. She straightened up and picked up the sandwich, making sure to put on a show. She glanced up with a smirk, then took a bite. Her eyes fluttered shut, and the noise she made was practically sinful, a soft moan that had Steve flushing.

“This is the best burger I’ve had in my life.” She announced after a long moment of savoring the bite. “I officially refuse to eat anywhere else. Only here.”

He chuckled, taking a bite out of his own sandwich. The first half of their meal was spent absorbed in their food, only stopping to exchange praise for it. But as their stomachs were filled, slow conversation picked up.

“How did you get into dance?” Steve had asked. (Y/N) finished her fry and sipped at her water before answering.

“When I was little my friends started ballet. So I begged and begged my parents to let me do it too. Ballet turned into tap. Then jazz, ballroom, contemporary. It never stopped.” As she talked about her past dance experiences, her face lit up with an excited smile. “It kind of took over my life. My parents made me stop for a bit when I was 10, but it sort of made me really depressed. My grades slipped, I stopped talking to my friends. So they put me back in, and voila!”

Steve let out an impressed whistle, and she tipped her head curiously.

“All of that, and my grandma taught me to dance in her kitchen.” He laughed without a thought, but (Y/N)’s eyes lit up.

“You dance?” She leaned forward and propped her elbows against the table. No matter how simply adorable the smile on her lips was, Steve recognized the danger in it.

“Only a little. Just some slow dancing. Prom style, you know? She tried to teach me swing dancing, but I just don’t have the coordination for that.” He rambled, sheepishly scratching at the back of his neck as she continued to grin at him. “I don’t wanna know what you’re thinking, do I?”

Steve took another sip from his shake. She simply shrugged and dug through her bag for her wallet. Then she slipped from their booth and practically skipped over to where Aunt May was wiping down the tables.

“Aunt May, you wouldn’t mind if me and Stevie have a little dance, would you?” She asked sweetly. Steve shot up from his spot and shook his head frantically. He wasn’t a good dancer to begin with, but if he tried dancing with her pressed against his chest? That would just be idiotic, he’d make a total fool of himself.

“Oh, why not? Nobody to bother with it.” She joked with a knowing smile. The young dancer squealed and clapped excitedly. Her hand found Steve’s and she tugged him to the jukebox. She pressed the money into his hand and nodded towards the machine.

“Pick your poison.” She giggled, practically bouncing. Steve was nervous, but how could he argue when she was looking at him with such wide, hopeful eyes? And so he scanned the songs before picking. Sinatra’s voice filled the room, and she tugged him a few steps back until they had enough space. She looked up at him, settling his hand on her waist and slipping hers into his other properly. She gave a nod, a silent promise that they’d be just fine.

He allowed himself to relax, giving in to the music and leading her in a dance. On occasion she’d giggle, she’d guide him into spinning her, or she’d add a playful dramatic flair. Every laugh that passed her lips relaxed him more, shattering his nerves piece by piece. They gravitated closer, squeezing out the polite distance they’d begun with until she was pressed firm and safe against his chest. His hand splayed against the small of her back, and her head had found its way to his shoulder as their dance slowed to a sort of intimate sway.

Steve hummed along to the end of the song, and (Y/N) closed her eyes, just taking in the feeling of being held by him once more. She would never get enough of it. And as the music stopped, she expected his grip to loosen, but it didn’t. He kept her snug there, his cheek pressed to the side of her head. Slowly, she opened her eyes. She wasn’t ready for her little piece of paradise to slip away.

He reached up and let his fingers dance over her cheek, brushing his thumb ever so lightly over her bottom lip. She held her breath, eyes locked onto his. There was something different in them now. Something deeper that she couldn’t decipher.

“I think I’m gonna kiss you now.” His voice was hardly above a whisper, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

“Please kiss me now.” She closed her eyes and tipped her head up. There wasn’t a moment for her to pray that it wasn’t some cruel dream that she was about to awaken from. His lips met hers, so softly at first that she wondered if they were really even touching. Then harder, more desperate. He pulled her tighter to him, and her arms snaked up to let her fingers run through still damp blonde locks. The kiss was slow, and sweet, and tasted a bit of the chocolate still lingering on his tongue as he swiped it across her lips.

When they did finally separate, everything around them flickered back into reality. They were alone now, neither of them had noticed Aunt May disappear into the back. Steve made a mental note to thank her later. When their eyes met again, the both of them had the sweetest smiles on their lips.

“We should probably go. It’s getting late.” (Y/N) whispered, letting her hands slide to rest against his chest. A glance at the neon clock on the wall confirmed that it was nearing 10pm. So Steve nodded and pecked her lips once more, just because he could. Then he let her slip out of his arms.

“Think we’re ready for the bill, Aunt May.” He called, peeking towards the back. A second passed before the woman came out again, this time with a grin that had the artist blushing again.

“This one’s on the house. Call it an early wedding gift.” She teased quietly, then winked before Steve could properly form a reply. And just like that, she left the two alone up front again. He rolled his eyes at her antics. That was just Aunt May, and everyone loved her for that. It kept everyone on their toes.

He returned to their booth and scooped (Y/N)’s bag up. He left ten dollars on the table for May, he knew she could use it.

“Ready?” He asked. She stood up again, and she seemed to have a new glow about her. It didn’t matter that she was exhausted, or that her muscles were overworked. She seemed to be refreshed, more like the girl he’d met that first day a month ago. She nodded and slipped her hand into his, hugging his arm close to her with her other hand.

The two stepped out into the cool night air and began their walk back towards the dorms, quietly enjoying each other’s company. But after a moment, the realization that Steve would simply take her home hit her hard. She slowed, gently tugging at his arm. She didn’t want to go back to her dorm and lay awake in her bed worrying until she managed to slip into a fitful sleep. No, she wanted to stay wrapped up in him until her worries washed themselves away.

“You alright, darlin?” Steve asked, turning to look at her as he noticed her sudden stop. She bit her lip and stepped closer. She didn’t like the way his concern for her made his expression harden. She reached up, gently running her fingers over the crease between his eyebrows to ease it out.

“I’m okay. I just...do you think I can come back to your place tonight?” Her hand slipped down to rest against his chest again. It was a loaded question, one that in her normal state of mind she never would have asked. No, that was Steve’s place to invite her in. Nevertheless, Steve hesitated. Of course he knew exactly what she was implying, the tension between the two of them was palpable. Of course he wanted to take her home with him, he wanted anything she would give to him. But he hated to think of the ways it could backfire. What if she simply wasn’t thinking properly?

“Come on, please.” She practically whined, nuzzling into his neck and pressing a tiny kiss there. “I just need a distraction tonight. Please distract me, Steve.”

He bit his lip, but it wasn’t enough to hide the way he shivered when she dragged her lips over that spot by his jaw, or the little groan that slipped out as he tugged her closer by her hips.

“Wait, (Y/N), wait.” He mumbled, pulling his hands away from her entirely. She instantly stepped back, her chest tightening at the idea that she had pushed too hard, that she’d crossed a line. She looked up with wide, terrified eyes.

“Steve, I’m so sorry.” She whispered. She’d ruined it, ruined whatever had been building between the two of them. He was going to hate her forever.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s fine.” He reached out and slipped his hand into hers. “I want to take you back to my place, I want to do anything you want me to. But what if you regret it? If I do something that makes you hate me when you calm down from all this anxiety?”

There was a beat of silence, then another. He was beginning to worry until he felt her squeeze his hand. Then she laughed, a sound of nothing but relief. He was too good to be true. Chivalry was most definitely not dead, she thought, it was alive and well, and its name was Steve Rogers.

“Steven Grant Rogers, there isn’t a thing in this world I could regret doing as long as I do it with you.” She leaned closer and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “Please, I want you. I won’t regret this, I promise.”

And those words were really all it took. All of Steve’s worries were gone, and the only thing bothering him was the walk standing between them and the privacy of his apartment. Only a few blocks, but it was too far.

The walk, though not particularly long, was excruciating. They could be kissing, he could be touching her, admiring her the way she deserved. But instead, they were stuck half clinging to each other and stealing too-short kisses.

Finally the two made it into his building, and Steve led her to the elevator. (Y/N) impatiently tugged him into a heated kiss as the doors dinged shut. Their lips moved slow and needy against each other, and their tongues danced together until the doors slid open again.

She pouted when Steve pulled away, but his hands stayed on her, gently pulling her along down the hallway. She tugged him in and pressed another teasing kiss to his lips through her giggles. He laughed along, easily spinning her to face away from him. His arms snaked around her waist and pressed her securely to his chest as he walked them towards his door. She stayed obediently nestled there as Steve fished his keys from his pocket and unlocked the door.

Once it was open, (Y/N) wiggled from his grip and slipped into his apartment. It wasn’t exactly how she’d imagined (not that she had spent much time imagining what his home was like), but it was so very...Steve.

There were half finished sketches spread out on the coffee table, and paint bottles spread out on the counter. For the most part, it was clean and fairly neat. There was a fluffy blanket tossed over the back of his dark brown couch, and an easel settled by the big window in his living room. The kitchen was practically spotless aside from a few paintbrushes laid out to dry.

Steve’s arms wrapped around her waist again like they knew that was exactly where they belonged. She hummed and melted back into his warmth. His lips scattered gentle kisses along her jaw.

“I know it’s not much,” He mumbled against her neck. A smile stretched on her lips, and she reached up to run her fingers through his hair.

“No, it’s perfect. I love it here.” She turned her head to guide their lips together. She nipped lightly at his bottom lip. The kiss wasn’t wild or fast, just slow, and deep, and effortlessly setting her skin alight. He drew away from her lips and pulled a tiny whine from the back of her throat with him.

“Come on,” He stepped away and tugged at her hand. His voice had a new tone to it, something dark and rich that had her soaking through her panties. She followed his lead, refusing to let him get too far away from her. He led her down the hall and pushed the door to his bedroom open.

A confident smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, and she slipped from his grip once again. He let out a soft groan, hating the loss of contact. But he watched with a twinkle of lust in his darkening blue eyes as she sauntered to his bed. She sprawled there, taking in the scent of his room and the feeling of his soft blankets beneath her. Then she propped herself up on her elbows to look at her.

He leaned in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest forcing his biceps to bulge. She was half convinced they’d tear right through his shirt. His eyes raked over her entirely clothed form. He wasn’t looking at her hungrily, despite the dark swirl of lust in his eyes. There was nothing in his gaze but pure passionate admiration.

“Are you just gonna stand and stare, Rogers?” She questioned playfully. That was all it took for him to snap out of his stupor. He tugged his shirt off and discarded it as he stalked towards the bed. She watched as he crawled closer to her, admiring the Adonis before her. Tanned skin stretched over rippling muscle, his gaze locking with her own. She dragged her hands down his chest and hummed.

“You are...so ripped.” She giggled, drawing a bright laugh from Steve as he kissed her quickly.

“And you’re stunningly beautiful.” He responded after a moment. She shivered as he moved to nuzzle against her neck. He kissed and nipped at sensitive skin, earning quiet hums and sighs of approval. All the while, his hands crept under her sweater. He mapped out every inch of skin, bunching the fabric under her breasts. He needed to remember this, who knew if he’d ever get another chance to be with her this way? Finally, he got tired of fighting with the fabric. He sat back and helped her out of it, whipping it across the room and out of his way.

His eyes took in the newly exposed skin. He stayed put, fingers dancing against her hip bones as he committed this heavenly sight to memory. God knew he’d never ever be able to forget the most beautiful view he ever had the honor to see.

She began to squirm under his adoring gaze, feeling her insecurities creep in. Almost as if he could sense it, Steve grinned and peppered her shoulders with kisses. His fingers pushed her bra straps down her arms. His worship of her continued, warm wet kisses and playful nibbles being strewn across her chest.

“Steve,” She murmured, fingers twirling through the hair at the nape of his neck. “You’re making me wait.”

He chuckled at the huff she let out, and the little pout that settled on her lips with it. He stretched up to press a searing kiss to her lips, letting his tongue dip just a bit past her lips before he decided to pull away. She lay there, breathless and staring up at him with wide, lust blown eyes.

“Patience. Just let me show you how much I appreciate you.” He brushed some hair from her cheek. With the tiny nod she gave him in reply, he set back to work. His mouth moved over her chest, tongue and teeth teasing along the edge of her bra. When he was finally satisfied with his teasing, he slipped his hand behind her back and popped the hooks of her bra. She wiggled it off and tossed it aside to worry about later.

An appreciative groan rumbled in his chest. She was absolutely stunning. He cupped her breasts gently in large hands, kneading at them, circling his thumbs around her nipples. She arched into his touch and gasped. The sharp sound in his otherwise silent room earned a proud smirk from him.

“So pretty,” He cooed, tweaking both of the hardening nubs and absolutely reveling in the soft moan she let out. He leaned down, sucking one of the peaks into his mouth. He listened closely to her gasps and whines, tugging and twisting at the other. He made sure to commit those sounds to memory, already imagining himself getting off to these memories in the middle of the night. Then he switched sides and patiently repeated the process.

“Stevie, please.” She gasped out, damn near trembling beneath him. He could swear it was the prettiest thing he’d ever heard, the way she said his name so desperately. But he gave in, flicking her nipples one more time before trailing his hands down her stomach. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and tugged them swiftly down her legs.

“You’re so beautiful. Like a fucking goddess.” He praised, kissing his way up one of her legs, stopping at her hip. He sucked and nibbled until a mark blossomed there. He left a matching one on the opposite him, then continued to kiss and tease his way down her other leg.

(Y/N) writhed and huffed, arousal pooling between her thighs as he took his time worshipping the rest of her. Every touch was setting her on fire, filling her with an intense need that she had never experienced before. Steve could tell, it was easy with the way she gravitated towards his touch. The desperate whines, the way she worked so hard to press her thighs together and get even a little bit of friction.

He nudged her legs open wider, trailing his hands up them. He licked his lips and eyed the dampness that made her core glisten for him. He brushed his fingertips against the spot, and she released a breathy moan. Her head tipped back and her hands clenched for a moment. She looked fucking exquisite. So he teased his fingers against her entrance again, catching another small noise of pleasure and grinning to himself.

“Steve, please. Please, please, please,” She chanted in a breathless whisper. He wanted to tease her, to draw things out even further. He wanted to see just how she reacted when she was denied in favor of admiring her just a tiny bit more, but how was he supposed to resist when she begged for him that way?

His hips ground desperately against the bed in an attempt to ease the ache of his hardness. He glanced at her through long eyelashes, watching as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. He dragged his finger through her lower lips, collecting her arousal on his fingertip and swirling it around her clit. The soft ‘oh’ that fell from her lips brought even more confidence to his actions.

He rubbed tight circles against the little bundle of nerves, taking in the way she turned her head from side to side, and how she’d keen for him if he pressed just that little bit harder. He finally sunk one long finger into her readily waiting hole. A sharp moan filled the room as he curled it, pumping it into her a few times before pulling it out and slipping it into his mouth. He made a show of sucking it clean.

“Shit, baby, you taste almost as good as you look right now.” He smirked. She started to speak, to argue he imagined, but her voice caught in her throat. He dove straight into her, his tongue running bold stripes up her pussy and around her clit, then back again. She cried out, his name on her lips becoming the prettiest sound in the universe. Neither of them cared just how many of his neighbors would complain later on. He wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and suckled, carefully working two fingers into her and coaxing her towards the edge. With every curl and twist of his fingers, every determined flick of his tongue, she trashed, aching to let the burning coil twisting in her stomach snap.

“Stevie,” She gasped out, fingers curling tight into his hair and giving it a soft tug. He pressed his forearm to her hips, holding her firmly in lace. He didn’t answer really, just mumbled praise into her dripping core, telling her how perfect his name sounded coming from her lips in such a state of ecstasy.

He pulled away, kissing her thighs and hips as his fingers fucked steadily into her, his thumb working tight strokes against her clit.

“Fuck, I’m so close. So so close.” She warned. Her moans were nearly pornagraphic. He watched close, watched the way her back arched from the bed, the way her nose scrunched and her eyes squeezed shut.

“Come on, beautiful. Cum for me.” He pressed, hungrily latching his mouth back to her slick lips. She cried out and writhed under him. Her walls clenched around his fingers as she let herself tip over the edge into pure bliss. He slowed his pace, dragging out the agonizing pleasure until she gently nudged his head away from her sensitive core.

He sat back with a genuine smile on his lips. He wiped the wetness from his chin, letting his hands return to run up her sides. She was stunning there, sprawled out and flushed as she tried to catch her breath, her face clouded with a blissful expression that he’d kill to see every day.

“You did so good for me, doll.” He promised. He kissed his way back up her body, meeting her lips in a soft kiss as he tried to ground her again. “So amazing.”

She grinned against his lips, tugging him closer until his chest was pressed to hers. He kissed her again, slowly now, and she clung to him, content to follow his lead.

“I want you,” She purred and nuzzled against his neck. He groaned and brought his hand down to shed the rest of his clothes. He nearly moaned just at the feeling of freeing his painfully hard length. Her hand wandered down, brushing against his cock and earning a hushed hiss from the man. She curled her fingers around him, marveling at his size. He was just so damn big. She’d never taken anything like him before. He moaned into her neck as she stroked him slowly. “Please, Steve. I need you to fuck me.”

Her desperate request was all it took. He nudged her hand out of the way, stretching for a condom from his stand and opening it in a millisecond. He slid it on, giving himself a few harsh tugs before lining up with her dripping entrance. She rocked her hips impatiently and huffed, making Steve chuckle affectionately.

He pressed into her slow and steady, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. Her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth gaped at the delicious stretch, her walls fluttering around him as she tried to adjust to the sheer size. She groaned, her hand flying to grip at his bicep. She was already aching in the best possible way, and he was hardly half way in. A look of worry crossed Steve’s face. He stilled his hips and brushed his knuckles against her cheek.

“Are you alright? Should I stop?” He asked quietly. She shook her head frantically and hooked her legs around his hips.

“Please don’t stop.” She dragged her nails gently down his arm and let herself get used to the searing pleasure of being filled by him. “You’re just...fuck, just so big. Just need a second.”

She could practically see him swell with pride at her words. She rolled her hips, a surprised groan falling from his lips.

“Come on, Steve. Please move, I can take it.” She begged, gaining the courage to swivel her hips. He gripped them tightly, pulling nearly all the way out of her. Her breathy moan was followed up quickly by a whine of his name. It was absolutely sinful, Steve was positive he’d never be the same.

He pushed slowly back into her heavenly warmth, sinking himself entirely into her this time. The painfully slow pace continued until he was able to fuck into her with ease. Then, the pounding of his hips against hers picked up to a nearly brutal speed.

She writhed underneath him, crying out in a sort of pleasure she’d never felt before. It was like she was simply made to be taking him. He watched through lustfully hooded eyes, examining the way her breasts bounced with every thrust, the way her hands searched constantly for something to cling to. He grit his teeth, flicking his thumb against her clit. The senseless noises from her mouth were like a drug.

“You look so damn good like this,” He bit his lip as he drilled into her. He could feel her second orgasm coming, her walls gripping him tighter by the second. “So pretty taking my cock. Gonna paint you like this. Make sure you know how fucking pretty you are when you’re about to cum.”

“Steve,” She warned him, her nails carving marks against his skin as she clung to him. Her words only spurred him on.

“Come on, baby. You’ll feel so good cumming on my cock.” He coaxed. And it was more than enough to push her over the edge. She came with a shriek, trembling in his arms. He dipped his head against her shoulder and nuzzled into her neck, muffling his noises against her skin. A few more thrusts and he was spilling his release into the condom.

He slipped out of her, and she let out a soft hum, shifting to curl into herself. She watched with heavy eyes as he climbed off the bed and took off the condom. He glanced towards her, his lips curling into a smile. She looked like a slice of heaven there on his bed.

Her own smile grew on her lips. She’d just slept with Steve Rogers of all people. She was so entirely lost in her bliss, and come morning she wasn’t sure she’d been able to handle it. He turned towards the door and she whined out a small protest.

“Where are you going?” She mumbled, nuzzling into his pillow. He grinned fondly and shook his head.

“I’ll be right back, love. Just relax,” He promised. “I’ll be right back.”

She nodded and let her eyes fall shut. She hadn’t noticed the moments passing, or the door clicking shut again. She only opened her eyes when the bed dipped again. Steve gently nudged her legs back open. He carefully cleaned her up, praising her quietly. He shushed her back to sleep, tossing the washcloth into the laundry bin.

The exhaustion from her day washed through her. The ache from the rehearsal, the panic from the fall with her mother, the high from the incredible night with Steve, it all ran through her in the form of insistent sleepiness. She was half out already when Steve climbed into the bed beside her. His arm curled carefully around her and gently tugged her back against his chest. She wiggled until she’d practically molded herself perfectly into him.

Next thing she knew, she was waking up to the dull warmth of sunshine on her bare skin. She groaned quietly, rubbing her eyes and looking around. It took a moment for her sleep fogged brain to process her surroundings. She wasn’t in her bed, she’d gone home with Steve. And oh, god they’d slept together. She closed her eyes, flashes of the night before washing through her and settling her nerves alight again. But she was curled up in his bed, under his ridiculously fluffy blankets, surrounded by his scent. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

She sat up and found her clothes neatly folded and stacked at the end of his bed. She pulled on her panties and her sweater. She glanced in the mirror on the back of his door and deemed the coverage satisfactory. She smoothed her hair out before venturing back into the rest of the apartment. As soon as the door was opened, she was met by the most tantalizing scent, and her stomach rumbled obnoxiously.

Steve was there in the kitchen, his back turned as he worked over the stove. He’d pulled on a pair of black sweatpants, but his top half was still bare. She let her eyes wander over him soaking in the sight once more.

She was sort of expecting the situation to be awkward. She had never been one to sleep with just anyone. But this wasn’t just anyone. This was Steve. He wouldn’t lead her on, or play with her emotions. If it was a one time thing, he’d make that clear. If he just wanted her to leave, he’d say so.

“Morning,” She said finally. Steve looked over his shoulder, a bright smile bloomed on his lips and made her tummy flip.

“Well good morning, sleeping beauty.” He looked back to the pancakes he was working on. And maybe it was just an excuse to not stare at how lovely she looked in the morning light filtering through his front window. “Did you sleep alright, doll?”

The name made her stomach flutter more than ever. She hummed and padded closer, bare feet meeting cold linoleum.

“Yeah, I did. Your bed is so much more comfortable than mine.” She answered. The little moment felt far too intimate. He was making her breakfast the morning after. But truthfully she shouldn’t have expected anything less from him. He was like a real life Disney prince.

“Good. You’re welcome to use it whenever you’d like.” The words caught her off guard, and for a second she was convinced he was teasing, but there was no laughter afterwards. “There’s coffee if you want. Cups are there in the cupboard, cream in the fridge, sugar on the counter there. There should be tea up there too, make yourself at home.”

“Coffee is perfect. Thank you.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek and reached to grab a cup for each of them. “How do you take yours?”

Steve gave her a quick glance. He would’ve been more than happy to spend the rest of his mornings that way with her. Pancakes stacking on a platter, bacon and eggs sizzling in the pan, and her making them their morning coffees. Maybe a few kisses, or a chat about their plans for the day.

“Black,” He answered finally. She nodded and busied herself filling their cups. She leaned onto the counter and held his cup out for him.

“You know, you didn’t have to make breakfast.” She sipped from her cup and wandered into the connected living room. There was a nice window that peeked out over the skyline. The sky was only just fading into blue, her favorite time of day.

“I know, but I wanted to. You had a rough day yesterday. I thought maybe this would help make today a little better.” As sweet as it was, it was absurd to think that anything could top the night they’d just shared, She’d had Steve, even just for a moment. “I hope you don’t mind pancakes. I was gonna ask, but I didn’t want to wake you up.”

She turned to take a seat at the small table Steve had laid the food out on. He nudged a plate towards her, and she took the lead in fixing it. It had been some time since she’d had a real breakfast. The dining hall breakfasts didn’t count.

“Thank you for everything.” She said quietly, popping a bite of her syrup-logged pancakes into her mouth. Not to self: Make Steve cook breakfast more often. He gave a little nod and took a bite of his own food. It was quiet for a long moment, just silverware against plates and soft jazz that (Y/N) hadn’t noticed before. The quiet was safe and comfortable, the way it always had been for the two of them. She thanked whatever god may be for that. However, the peaceful breakfast was cut short by the ring of her phone.

“Oh, that’s me.” She stood up, looking around for the device. But she hadn’t even remembered having it, her mind had been somewhere much more important.

“In the living room. I plugged it in last night.” Steve answered her unspoken question. She flashed him a grateful smile and pushed down the buzzing in her chest. He’d thought to plug in her phone. Could he be any more precious if he tried?

She sat down, looking over the notifications on her phone. She had a ridiculous amount of texts, two missed calls from Natasha, seven from Wanda, and even Pietro had tried her. So maybe it would have been a good idea to let Wanda know she wasn’t going to be home.

Hey I’m home. Got takeout!

Its late, are you still rehearsing?

Nat says she hasn’t seen you today. Please pick up

Did you get kidnapped?

So help me god (Y/N) pick up your damn phone

At least tell me you aren’t dead

You will be dead if you don’t have a good excuse

Can’t believe you’re disappearing on us the night before the showcase

It’s 3am if you aren’t here in an hour I’m calling the cops

Okay I didn’t call the cops but I did call Natasha

I think she hates me

Please call me

She felt a wave of guilt. Wanda always worried too much. (Y/N) said it was in her nature as a drama major. There were a few texts from Natasha too.

Hey, you okay?

Wanda’s worried, give us a call

If you don’t come back soon I’m killing your roommate

And one from Pietro.

Please help me, my sister is going crazy

“Everything alright?” Steve asked, peeking in at her. She nodded and waved her phone at him.

“Yeah, just forgot to tell Wanda that I wasn’t coming back. I should give her a call before she calls the cops.” She motioned towards his room before slipping away. She pressed the call button, and the phone didn’t even ring completely before Wanda picked up.

“Where are you? I was worried sick. You didn’t come home, you didn’t answer your phone, I thought you’d been kidnapped or something.” She rambled loud enough to make (Y/N) hold her phone away from her ear.

“Hey, Wan.”

“Don’t ‘hey, Wan’ me! Where are you?” Her best friend huffed from the other end.

“I’m sorry, I really am. I just got wrapped up, and I guess I just didn’t think to call you and tell you I wasn’t gonna be home.” She sat herself down at the edge of his bed. “I’m safe, I’ve been at Steve’s all night.”

“At Steve’s? Your boyfriend Steve?” It was easy to hear the anger in her voice give way to curious amusement.

“Yeah, okay. First of all, not exactly my boyfriend I don’t think. But yeah. I had a bit of a freakout last night. He came and calmed me down. We were out late, so we just came back to his place.” It wasn’t the whole truth, but it was hardly a lie.

“Oh my god,” Wanda shrieked and (Y/N) flinched, holding the phone at arms length again. “Oh my god, oh my — you guys had sex!”

Wanda giggled as her best friend stammered in a hopeless attempt to deny the accusations. Finally, she took a deep breath.

“Okay, okay. Yes, we slept together. And it was amazing. And then he plugged my phone in and he made breakfast. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, an entire meal.” She confessed quietly, glancing towards the door as if he’d be there eavesdropping.

“And you’re still talking to me because?” Wanda trailed off, and the look on her face was impossible to picture.

“Right, sorry. Home later, I love you.” She said her goodbye quickly before ending the call. She flopped back onto the bed with a quiet groan. This was all too good to be true, so she had to make it last just a moment longer.

[bb-tings]

campfires & kegs

rudy pankow  

requested by: @ampanonyg

summary: y/n and rudy go on their annual camping trip and meet up with their friends. 

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        The couple was so excited when they finally pulled up to the campgrounds. The time for their annual camping trip had finally come around and they couldn’t wait. When they hopped out of the car and looked around to see a few of their friends that they had made from the many camping trips in the past, the pair’s smiles grew even wider. They knew that if their camp buddies were around too then there would be a campfire party that night. 

        Rudy and Y/n began getting everything out of the car and setting the tent up. Y/n swat at the mosquitoes that attacked her skin, trying to get to the red substance beneath. As much as she loved these trips with her boyfriend, she was over the little bugs as soon as they arrived on the camping grounds. She turned to Rudy who was getting things out of the car. 

“Roo, did you get the OFF,” Y/n questioned her blonde boyfriend as they put their things inside the tent. 

“No...was I supposed to?” When she didn’t respond he turned around to see her standing with her hands on her hips with an emotionless look. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Rudy, did you at least get the bag of snacks that we packed?”

         When the blonde didn’t respond she let out a frustrated sigh and walked away from him to put the blankets and sheets on the air mattress they had brought. Rudy felt really guilty, he knew that he could be really absent-minded at times. But he was just so eager to camp with his gorgeous girlfriend that everything else just escaped his brain.

        Rudy walked into the tent and pulled the blanket away from Y/n, throwing it on the bed. He grabbed her hands and pulled her out of the tent and he sat on the bench in their camp area. Rudy reached out and pulled her hips towards him, and wrapped his arms around her. Y/n’s hands landed on the blonde’s shoulders. She then slowly made her way to the back of his neck and played with his hair. 

        “I’m sorry.” Y/n heard his words, but she avoided his eyes. She had long forgiven him, but she liked it when Rudy fought for her. In any way, whether he was fighting someone else or fighting himself, as he was doing now. She kept her eyes locked on his lips. When Rudy noticed that he launched forward and gave her a quick peck. Returning to his original position=, he noticed the small smile on her face and her wide eyes. 

“What was that for?”

“I felt like you were assaulting me with your eyes. So I put a stop to it,” the young actor responded with a smirk. 

“Oh. I was assaulting you, was I? I’m sorry, am I making you feel uncomfortable? ‘Cause I’ll leave.” She sported a big smile as she tried to pull away from the boy, but let out a squeal when he tugged her to stand in between his knees again.

“Nah, I’m not uncomfortable. I’m good. But I am really sorry for being so forgetful.” He looked up at the girl with sad blue eyes and poked his bottom lip out for effect. 

“I know baby,” Y/n let out a sigh. “But now we have to add bug spray and snacks to the list of things we need from Walmart. This was supposed to be a cheap trip, remember!.” The girl made a silly angry face and made her voice deeper. 

‘It’s alright baby. I think my bank account can take a hit of about $40 dollars. I don’t know if you know this but I’m a famous actor. I work for Netflix.” the boy smirked up at the girl. 

“Yeah, I remember. You never let me forget,” Y/n started to pull away from Rudy and grabbed his keys from his pocket. “Come on, Mr. Big Shot, Walmart waits for nobody.”

“Alright, wait for me in the car. I’m gonna go tell Luke and Annie to watch our stuff.”

        Y/n watched as he walked the 10 foot distance between their tent and the biggest RV on the grounds. Anne Johnson and her husband, Luke Johnson, were the famous when it came to the specific campgrounds. They had been there the first time the pair had gone camping. The four of them hit it off immediately, being the same age but somehow all in different stages of their lives. 

        The married couple was known for their campfire parties they threw. Renting out the biggest camp spot, they would buy 2 keggers, find logs, build a fire, play music, and then drive around on their 4 wheeler, inviting everyone on the campgrounds. Just strangers, hanging out by a fire, listening to music, and having the time of their lives. 

        When Rudy mentioned their much-needed trip to Walmart, the couple didn’t hesitate to agree to watch their stuff. When Rudy said bye and turned around walking back to his car, Y/n saw Annie and Luke waving towards her. She smiled a big small and waved back, excited for the inevitable drinks the group would share later that night. 

“Tonights gonna be so fun baby.”

                                                   -

“Rudy we don’t need 3 packs of hotdogs, we’re here for 3 nights. Not a week,” Y/n scolded her boyfriend. 

“Well, last time we ran out of food. And you know I get hangry,” the boy pouted next to his girlfriend as they made their way to check out. 

“Well, that’s because last time, somebody forgot to pack the right stuff, and instead packed the year-old weenies. OH and trust me, I know.” 

“You still love me though,” Rudy smiled as he wrapped his arms around the girl as she tried to put the groceries on the conveyor belt. “Unfortunately.”

                                                    -

        Y/n allowed her jaw to drop as she stared unbelievingly at her boyfriend. They had left the store and drove back to the camp. Rudy then walked over to help Luke build the fire, while Y/n helped Annie make some fruity alcoholic beverages inside the RV. They had been there for about 3 hours now, and to say the pair was slightly drunk would be an understatement.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Roo,” Y/n looked towards her boyfriend as he looked genuinely confused. “That bitch was all over you.” 

        When the words left her mouth, she heard Annie and some other people they had met throughout their night, start laughing. She wished the girls had been at the grocery store with them, knowing that they would have been on her side, had they seen the girl, who apparently had a death wish, giving Rudy sexual glances. 

“Babe, she was doing her job,” Rudy slurred as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, smothering the girl with his hoodie-clad chest. 

“Yeah, while simultaneously giving you bedroom eyes.”

        “Ok! Before this turns into a full out brawl, Luke is about to get his guitar out. It’s c-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g time,” as Annie spelled out the famous lyrics from SpongeBob, Y/n pulled Rudy towards the benches around the orange and red flames. She made sure to grab the spots right next to the young boy with the guitar, wanting to get the best experience. 

        While Luke and Annie were talking around getting suggestions and requests for music, Y/n snuggled her way into Rudy. She was sitting beside him with her legs thrown over his through. 

        When Rudy turned his head to the left, Y/n took the time to kiss his neck. When her lips made contact with his smooth, freckled skin, she felt Rudy tense and squeeze her knee harder. “What’s wrong, bubba,” she questioned innocently.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to sit through this if you keep doing that.”

“What are you talking about Roo? I’m not doing anything wrong-”

“Alright! Kid rock it is!” Luke yelled to everyone and started playing his guitar.

Rudy looked at his girlfriend and glared into her eyes. “We’ll finish later.”

                                                    - 

“And we were trying different things, and we were smoking funny things!” 

When Y/n loudly sang the next lyrics she made eye contact with Rudy. “Making love out by the lake to our favorite song.”

        She felt bad for everybody who wasn’t there. Strangers sitting around a fire, roasting marshmallows and hotdogs, getting drunk, singing their lungs out. This was her favorite thing to do with Rudy. Before he met him, she had never gone camping but she was glad that he brought her along with that one year, because now she couldn’t think of another place she would rather be or other people she would rather be within that exact moment. 

                                                     -

Rudy picked up their last bags and waved goodbye to the Johnsons. He stuffed the bags in the backseat of the car, knowing that if he opened the trunk things would fall out, and then hopped into the driver’s seat. He looked towards Y/n to make sure she had all her electronics and chargers for the drive home and saw the sad look she was sporting. 

“What’s wrong baby?”

“I don’t wanna leave,” she responded with a pout. To this, the blonde boy let out a chuckle. He put his hand on the shoulder of her seat and looked behind him as he backed out of the spot, onto the main road. 

“I know baby, but there’s always next year,” he suggested this as he shifted into drive, then grabbed Y/n’s hand and placed a kiss on it. 

“That’s so far away, though.”

“Well, then you better start counting.” 

“Ugh! I’m taking a nap,” Y/n reached down between her seat and the door and relaxed as the chair slowly started to incline, while simultaneously letting out a yawn. 

“Ok baby. Dream of me.”

“I won’t.”

        When Rudy looked over towards the sleeping girl, he reminded himself how lucky he was. Watching her, he smiled to himself, thinking that she was so cute.  He loved the girl so much and he hoped he got to do just that for as long as she would let him. He just wanted to make her happy, then he too would find his happiness. 

[paradox-aethernaut]

Break the Fourth Wall (pt. 6)

Here’s Part 6 -- if you’re looking for Part 1, it’s here!

Characters: Y/N (as DA), Actor Mark, the Host, & surprise cameo. No shipping here, but maybe a bit of Actor/DA if you squint?

Summary: You can’t remember any life except the one the Actor casts you in. The mysterious Host promises that only his powers can set you free, but does cooperating with him really lead to freedom? There’s no hope for escape… unless you can break the fourth wall.

Shakily, you stand up, brushing dust off of you in clouds. First things, first… you need to get out of this house.

You cross the living room, quietly, and head back down the hall to the foyer, the grand staircase. You stop at the threshold of the room, looking at the empty mirror on the opposite wall. Your ghoulish, bleeding reflection is gone, but the backwards words it wrote in red are still there, slowly dripping down the backside of the mirror.

You don’t want to step foot in the foyer again. But, there’s the front door, the way out, right by the mirror. Gritting your teeth, you run across the foyer, closing your eyes when you get close to the mirror. You grab the front door handle, push, and pull the door open, scrambling through it.

When you open your eyes, you’re in the foyer again, facing the grand staircase. Everything appears the same, except now, all the dust is cleared, the walls are clean, the mirror is empty, all brand new again.

You make a confused, panicked noise. You turn around and walk through the front door again.

Again, you’re facing the same staircase, but it’s dusty, abandoned, destroyed. You turn around again to open the door, leaving the front door open this time.

Now, you can see both staircases facing each other through the door, forming an infinite loop. You slide down the doorjamb to the floor, sitting directly in between the two foyers. Your head falls into your hands.

“Don’t despair,” says a familiar voice. “I can help you find the way out!” You immediately stand up, facing the new, polished staircase. There, wearing the red silk robe you saw him die in, is Mark, hurrying down the stairs towards you.

“You stay away from me!” you insist, holding out one finger at him. “You can’t push me into a frozen lake and expect me to suddenly trust you?”

“What are you talking about?” he says, shaking his head, appearing confused. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you… I was worried sick! This house… it’s certainly not what it appears! It’s a good thing I studied up on supernatural phenomena before we got here…!”

“Wh…?” You blink, feeling a little fuzzy. There’s a part of you that wants to believe him. Why would you have a memory about him pushing you into a frozen lake, that doesn’t make any sense?

But, then, you hear another voice behind you: “The lies of the self-styled actor fall on deaf ears. He knows his powers can’t compare to mine.”

You turn around, sharply. You’re used to hearing that voice muffled, through radios and walkie-talkies. But, this time, there is a man coming down the ruined, dusty staircase, continuing to narrate under his breath as he walks towards you. He’s wearing a torn tan trench coat, and a bloodied cloth wrapped tightly around his eyes like a blindfold. He’s also carrying a metal baseball bat in both hands.

“And what do you think you’re going to do with that, huh?” Mark straightens. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but if you hurt one hair of my friend…!” He reaches behind him, and pulls a pistol out of thin air, pointing it at the Host.

“Nobody’s going to shoot anybody!” you insist, holding up both hands, one hand directed at each of them.

The Host smiles oddly, tilting his head to one side. “Mark may not fear for his own life, but there is one thing he fears. He fears losing control.” The Host turns around, and walks a little further back into the foyer. He appears to look thoughtfully into the mirror at his own reflection, staring blindly back at him through the bloody letters. He hoists the bat over his shoulder, as if about to take a swing.

Mark pales, noticeably. “You wouldn’t dare,” he hisses.

The Host turns his head, and smiles. “This dimension has but two doors. One door is Death, the other is Life,” he says. “Both are completely out of Mark’s control. Mark knows that if I smash this mirror, I invite Death in here, to come for the both of you, at last.”

“And for you, too!” Mark snaps. “Don’t think you’re getting out of this scot-free!”

The Host chuckles softly, and shakes his head. “No. I can’t leave this place, even in death. It would be a contradiction, a paradox. So, really, I have nothing to lose. Except for an excellent protagonist — that I would deeply regret losing.”

Your heart pounds hard in your ears. If smashing that mirror invites Death, what would smashing the other mirror, the brand new one on Mark’s side, do? Is that the doorway to Life the Host is talking about? A nervous excitement rises in your chest. What does “inviting Life in” even mean? But, it’s the first real hope you’ve had…

“You don’t have to lose anyone…” you say to the Host, holding up both hands. “You win, I get it, I’ll cooperate with you, I’ll do whatever you say, just don’t smash that mirror!”

“What?” Mark sputters, sounding deeply offended. “We most certainly won’t agree to work with him! What are you thinking??”

The Host slowly takes the bat off of his shoulder. “As you watch the Host slowly lower his bat, you start to believe that your lies will win the Host over,” he says, low. “Yet betrayal remains foremost in your mind, and the Host can see this. But… to keep things interesting… the Host decides to give you a test.” He walks over, closer, to you. You notice an odd smell clinging to him, like mold, or oil, or some combination of the two. He hands you the baseball bat.

You look at him, confused, a little nervous. His blindfolded eyes seem to stare past you. “Yes, you know what you want to do with the baseball bat. I know what you want to do with it, too. But, the question is, will you be able to do it?”

“What could they possibly want with a baseball bat, except to knock you into next Sunday…” Mark growls.

The Host turns his head more towards Mark, appearing to look over your shoulder. “You take the bat over your shoulder and turn to Mark. You feel in your heart every lie he’s ever told you, every person he’s tried to twist you into. Every friend of yours that he’s betrayed. Here, at last, you know only one way to end it all. You saw where Death was waiting for you. You know Death waits for him, too. You raise the baseball bat to hit him, drag him, finally, to his fate…” You can feel your hands rising, gripping the bat tightly. No, wait, that’s not at all what you wanted to do! Those aren’t your thoughts at all! As much as you know Mark’s lied, as much as you do feel angry for what he’s done, you don’t want to kill him, much less deliver him to whatever that thing was in the Death mirror! You strain your arms, keeping them still, shaky, over your head. Your teeth clench tightly, every muscle in your body refusing to move they way you want them to. Your eyes remain fixed on the still, glass mirror just to one side and behind Mark.

“Move out of the way!!” you shout, releasing every breath of air in your clenched lungs. Mark ducks, dives, to one side, and you finally release your muscles, letting yourself follow through with your swing. You stumble your feet forward, letting go of the bat at the last second, pointing it at the mirror.

It goes flying through the air in one fluid motion. “Wait, no, that’s not supposed to…!” cries the Host, but before he can finish his sentence, the bat connects with the mirror, instantly shattering it.

Cracks start to form all over your body, too, glowing with a strange light. Pieces of you start to break away, drawn to the shattered mirror. Somehow, this isn’t an unpleasant feeling. It feels like you are finally being set free.

“No!” Mark cries, moving to grab your leg. “You can’t leave!! Where will you go? If you don’t have a body, you’ll die, forever, out there!”

As more and more pieces of you start to break away, disappearing into particles of light, you start to get flashes of visions, tied to other lives, memories that don’t belong to you. It feels like being plugged into the source of Life itself, expressed in millions of lives, all at once. “… I don’t think I’ll have to worry about that,” you say. “Every piece of me will have a home.”

“I’ll find you, every piece of you!” Mark declares, his expression frantic. “I’ll put you back together again, you’ll see!!”

“Maybe you will,” you say, managing a smile. “That sounds like a worthy enough story for you, isn’t it?”

Mark exhales, shaking his head with a pained chuckle as he remains kneeled on the floor. “… maybe… maybe you got me there…”

The last thing you see is Mark’s sad, but genuine smile at you as the last of you breaks apart into light.

You live on, but each piece of you connects to another heart, another life, somewhere in the dimension of Life. Each piece of you joins those souls in eating spaghetti and going to the grocery store and taking part in all the beautiful, normal things you missed so much, and you encourage the part of them that cherishes these things.

You and these souls sit down to watch Youtube videos together, and sometimes, you see Mark, doing his act as he always has. Each piece of you knows he’s talking to you, and in those moments, you find yourself wishing you were whole again, wishing you could find your real original body again.

But, for now, you know you’ve found a kind of freedom that’s worthy of celebrating, one you’re happy to share with every soul you’ve found kinship with. For now, for now, it is peace enough.

[jean----ralphio]

BoB liveblog ep 7

Episode 7: The Breaking Point. YEAH, OF MY FUCKING HEART

I HATE THIS EPISODE. I HATE IT WITH THE FIERY INTENSITY OF A THOUSAND BURNING SUNS.

00:00 I really don’t wanna do this you guys.

00:38 Can’t we just pretend this episode doesn’t exist?

01:22 OMFG I CAN’T ALL THE SWEET IRL MEN ARE CRYING NOOOO IT HURRRTS

04:05 RICH! Ok I feel a little better. Ahaha, he’s growing a beard. It’s got nothing on the quarantine beard he’s rocking nowadays tho

04:22 That whole scene is hilarious but I’m too distracted by Rich to appreciate it properly

05:18 Horsie

05:30 Hey Fassy

05:57 He’s so obsessed with the Luger, oh Hoob ☹

06:07 Ahhh that second where he looks into the camera and fires ☹ He’s so happy

06:31 IT’S SHIFTY MY ANGEL SON, MY ANGEL CHILD, LOOK AT HIIIIIMMMM!!!! MY BABY! I’M SO HAPPY! THIS IS THE ONLY GOOD PART OF THE EPISODE! HE’S SO HUMBLE AND PERF ILY SHIFTY

06:51 He is such a fucking angel, I swear. “What happened to the horse?” PETA would be pleased you care, baby.

07:01 Look at my son, look at his little angel face

07:27 Buck seems a little better??

07:47 Gold.

“Shut up boys.”

“Shutting up, Sarge.”

But notice my angel is perfectly well-behaved

08:00 “That was no rifle.” Shifty just Knows Things.

“What do you see, Shift?”

“Nobody out there.” HE’S JUST A BOSS SNIPER ANGEL ELF BABY OK

08:15 Oh Hoob

08:43 Oh God

09:03 ROE OMG NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR JOKES “Did you think it was a German leg, Hoob?” I MEAN LMAO BUT NO

09:33 Nooooooooooo

09:44 Oh God, the way Buck and Perco are cradling his face ☹

10:04 Husbands, do something, reincarnate him or something

10:32 Oh Dick is shivering aw

10:38 Lip, baby, no, do not cover for than incompetent POS

10:48 The husbands are unimpressed

11:39 Nice gloves tho Dike

11:57 “At present, as per usual, but I’ll clarify that with you at a later time.” No. No. He’s asking now. He needs to know now. Wtf.

12:39 IS THAT RICH??

13:12 RICH! BEARDED RICH!

13:23 I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YOU GUYS

13:26 Just gonna pause here a little while, excuse me

13:47 Lip is such a boss. We love you Lip

14:13 Bill’s laugh <3 RICH’S SMILE <333

14:48 Dick omg your flirting, so cute. They are in love.

15:20 Fassy is judging you… that means Alicia Vikander is coming for you…

15:50 Omg Nix knows his husband so well

16:24 Aw, Bill and Babe <3 BROTP

17:33 Bill, sweetie, no, I’m sorry but Buck is not fine!

17:58 Oh God the foreboding. Rich ☹ <3

18:01 WTF is Luz smoking LMAO

18:33 RIIIIICH

19:08 “Well, they had a point. You’re an idiot.” Oh Penk. I’ll miss you Penk.

19:31 UGH GTFO. To be fair the actor does a great job with this role.

20:01 Dike is so random. But it’s nice he’s taking an interest??

21:20 NIX LMAO

21:33 Ugh, Dick. Stop. I know it’s to establish a sense of normalcy and ritual but Come. On. Buddy. Lol I love how Nix is just like LMAO NO I’M NOT GOING. I wish I could just say no when asked to do things by my bosses. We know it’s cos Nix can’t bear to be apart from his husband for so long <3

22:33 Guys, don’t be mean. Fassy, no, come on.

22:53 Wtf are Penk and Rich doing…

23:05 LMAO @ Dick and Sink.

“Got to keep the morale up for the folks back home.”

“Why?”

“Damned if I know.”

Iconic. Valid.

23:34 Lol my Joe/Charlie thought he was gonna get in trouble, but Dad just wanted to nag <3

24:24 Oh Bill <3 “Tied me own boots once last week, all by meself.” <3333 Bill please never change.

24:30 Rich <3333

24:36 Riiiiichhhhhh <3

24:48 Johhny ‘unimpressed’ Martin is already looking unimpressed, new kid, watch out, you’re not off to a great start.

24:56 Rich’s helmet still has bullet holes from the last episode, love the continuity <3

25:07 “You’ll find out, son.” Oh, Alley <3

25:17 Rich is hilarious in this scene, he’s having so much fun <3

25:22 Hey Lieb, I’ve missed you

25:46 Riichhh <3

25:53 OMFG that exchange!

               “How are those nuts, sarge?��

               “Doin fine, Bill, nice of you to ask.”

               Wtf Lip!!

26:05 Bye, Fassy!

26:26 Even when he’s blurred by snow, Speirs is intimidatingly good-looking.

27:01 He’s so polite but so scary

27:23 You’re hot, Speirs, so I automatically trust you. Not sure what that says about me but it’s probably not good tbh

27:57 Joe/Charlie has been back five seconds and he’s already out for blood.

28:58 Hey Lee

30:00 Oh God

31:33 Oh no, Joe/Charlie, my baby ☹

33:39 Bill’s here, baby, it’s OK

34:10 I can’t deal with the hilarity of Babe blocked in by the tree while Joe/Charlie is in such a bad way and being done so dirty

34:56 Oh GOD

35:28 Bill </3

36:11 My thoughts exactly, Luz

36:42 Buck ☹

37:41 “Hey Joe, I told you I’d beat you back to the states.” Bill don’t me laugh while I’m crying. Aw, we’ll miss you <3

37:59 Not really the time but fuck it, I am totally digging Luz’s hair now

38:26 I’m so shook. I’ve watched this series a billion times but it still hurts me. Scene after scene, Joe/Charlie in pain, Buck screaming for a medic, God Neal and Kirk are so good.

39:18 Oh God, Buck

40:00 Rich I love you

40:44 Rich <3 ☹

41:22 Noooooooo </3

41:44 No. No. NO.

41:59 NO. NOPE. CANON NOT ACCEPTED. They’re fine. They’re fine, they’re just off-screen for the rest of the series, chillin with Hoob and Renee on like a nice beach somewhere. Drinking maitais and maragaritas and building sandcastles and shit.

44:00 Hit Malarkey the hardest? NO FUCKING WAY, LIP, HIT ME THE HARDEST, MORE LIKE! But in all seriousness, can you imagine losing your friends, not having a body to bury or time to grieve ugh ☹ </3 OK I concede that Malarkey and I can share the grief 50/50. No wait. 60/40. In favour of me.

45:15 Malark, it’s what Hoob would have wanted. I’d ask him but he’s busy sunbathing and keeping the drinks topped up

46:57 We love you Buck

47:14 Bull <3

47:43 Lieb <333

48:10 Hang on, sweetie, Dad isn’t back yet

48:50 It’s OK, Lip, sweetie, you can do it.

49:38 Lip, listen to me, your Dad’s going to fix everything in about ten, fifteen minutes. And he’ll get you a hot boyfriend in the process. It’s all going to be OK.

50:05 Dick, honey, Dike doesn’t understand a thing you’re saying

50:25 Dike’s like lol who the fuck was that guy?

51:17 Lieb is so blood-thirsty <3

51:23 DON’T STOP RUNNING, IDIOT. NEVER STOP RUNNING! THE REST OF US LEARNT THAT IN THE FIRST EPISODE! GOD!

51:40 WTF ARE YOU DOING, YOU FUCKING WASTE OF OXYGEN

52:09 Poor Lee

52:22 NO, FUCK, OMG

53:14 Don’t send my Lee alone!

53:33 Bull. A cigar. Right now? I like Johnny’s beard, suits him.

54:13 “THEY SHOT ME IN MY ASS, BOYS!” Aw Perco. Iconic.

54:36 Legit one of my fave scenes in the history of television. Dick is just so beside himself and desperate and helpless watching his sons stuck and in so much trouble. He’s in full Dad mode, about to run in there to save his boys. Then, and this is so subtle but it’s my fave bit, HE CUTS OFF SINK. HE IGNORES/SPEAKS OVER SINK. DICK! SPEAKS! OVER! SINK! IN WHAT UNIVERSE WOULD HE EVER DO THAT?! ON WHAT PLANET WOULD HE EVER BE SO DISRESPCTFUL?! THIS ONE, COS HIS SONS NEED HIM NOW AND BEING POLITE AND ADHERRING TO PRINCIPLE AND RANK DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER WHEN EASY IS IN TROUBLE! AND THEN HE CALLS UP OUR BOY SPEIRS. AND SPEIRS IS SO FUCKING GUNG-HO, BOUNCING ABOUT READY TO SLAUGHTER EVERYONE, SO FUCKIN EXCITED!!

And then there’s Nix, lmao, chillin with his binoculars, super relaxed as long as his husband stays safe, tbh.

55:06 Oh that was the new boy, aw

55:12 BOSS BAMF ICONIC WE STAN

55:20 Here you go, Lip, one BF courtesy of your Dad lol

55:48 Oh GOD I MISS RICH

56:24 LMFAO was that the haystack Dike was behind??

57:00 I.C.O.N.I.C.

57:23 “The astounding thing was, that after he hooked up with I company, he came back.” Annnnnd Lip’s in love.

57:49 Aw happy boys

58:09 Noooooo they’ve been through enough! I’VE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH THIS EPISODE OK, FUCK!

58:23 Go on, my angel son, you can do it.

58:36 Go, son. I love you.

58:43 Yes. Good boy.

59:26 Aw Bull piggybacking Perco <3

1:00:23 Oh yay! The church scene!

1:00:39 Look at my angel son <3

1:00:48 Hey Lieb

1:00:54 IT’S TAB! HEY TAB!

1:01:09 Babe <3 GRANT <3

1:01:29 Ahahaha Roe, I see you strategically placed yourself where you could stare at Babe 😉

1:01:59 Only 63 men left? Oh </3

1:02:00 Ahh Joe/Charlie <3 Bill <3 We love and miss you

1:02:20 RICH <333333 I LOVE YOU RICH <3333333 GOODBYE RICH <333333333333

1:02:39 Fuck Speirs is hot

1:02:53 The flirting <3 shooting looks at each other aw

1:03:09 Boys, stop checking each other out. You’re literally in a church full of nuns, go somewhere else to expend your sexual tension, jeez.

1:03:41 Flirting via talk of Roman soldiers, I dig it

1:04:28 Oh God, guys, this bit. Other than the propensity of my angel son, compared to usual, this is the only good part of the episode, I am here for the Speirton!

               “You don’t have any idea who I’m talking about, do you?” HIS FACE IS SO SOFT

               “No, Sir.” Lip, sweetie.

               “Hell, it was you, first sergeant.”

Speirs’ is in love right back. And his continued flirting re battlefield commission GOD. The way he looks at Lip… you deserve the hottest guy in the whole show, Lip, proud of you sweetie.

1:06:48 Annnnnd everything fucking hurts.

 To summarise, I am kinda appeased by the glorious glory that is Spierton. Rich and Penk and Hoob and Renee are FINE. THEY JUST SO HAPPEN TO BE OFF-SCREEN. IT’S FINE. I’M FINE ABOUT IT.

[slut-kiss-g1rl]

geostorm <3

FADE IN:

INT. COURTROOM

GERARD BUTLER is at a COURT HEARING... in the FUTURE!

GERARD BUTLER

It is the future. Natural disasters have become alarmingly commonplace. Hurricanes, mudslides, floods, you name it. The level of destruction is catastrophic.

RICHARD SCHIFF

To be clear, this is the FUTURE you’re talking about?

GERARD BUTLER

The nations of the world have finally decided to take action. So, pooling our resources, we’ve invested heavily in environmental research and clean energy, and cracked down heavily on industrial emissions standards-

(laughs and laughs and laughs)

Just kidding! We’ve built a giant orbital platform that shoots the bad weather with space missiles and space lasers, of course.

RICHARD SCHIFF

So you’re the genius who built the space station. But instead of just making you the chief engineer, which would make sense, we made you director of the whole multi-national program, despite the fact that you have no administrative skills or political experience and mostly get what you want by yelling at people and punching them in the face?

GERARD BUTLER

That’s correct, you useless government fucks. You can all lick my sweaty gonads.

(moons everybody)

RICHARD SCHIFF

You’re fired and we’re giving your job to your little brother Jim Sturgess. At least he can do a passable American accent.

GERARD BUTLER

Och, ye dinnae hae ta be a deck abote et!

INT. SPACE STATION

Engineer RICHARD REGAN PAUL is aboard the WEATHER STATION when he notices that somebody has stuck a SMARTPHONE on an important CIRCUITBOARD.

RICHARD REGAN PAUL

Oh crap, somebody’s sabotaging this hundred-trillion-dollar space program using consumer electronics! I better draw everybody’s attention to this and alert my superiors!

(falls down and hits head very hard)

Duhhhh I mean I should hide this evidence and tell nobody yessss.

He stashes the EVIDENCE, but shortly afterwards the CORRIDOR he’s walking through is SEALED and all the WALL PANELS START BLASTING OFF!

RICHARD REGAN PAUL

What the fuck? Why would we design them to be able to do that? What possible situation could arise in a space station when we’d need to get rid of the WALLS in a hurry? This makes no-

(spaced)

The SPACE STATION then proceeds to turn a bunch of VILLAGERS in AFGHANISTAN into SNOWMEN.

INT. WHITE HOUSE

JIM STURGESS is having a meeting with the movie’s entire supply of Oscar-nominated actors.

JIM STURGESS

So yeah, we kind of murdered a bunch of innocent people with a giant ice ray like Mr. Freeze, oops. We need to send up an international team of brilliant engineers to the space station to investigate what went wrong, despite the fact that there’s already an international team of brilliant engineers ON the space station.

ACADEMY AWARD NOMINEE ANDY GARCIA

No way, Jim. As the president, I can’t have foreigners touch this station which has been funded and staffed predominately by foreigners! We’ll send up Americans.

ACADEMY AWARD NOMINEE ED HARRIS

ONE American. I mean if we’re going to half-ass this thing, let’s half-ass it, y’know?

ACADEMY AWARD NOMINEE MARE WINNINGHAM

I am also in this scene for some reason.

JIM STURGESS

Ugh fine, let’s send up Gerard. It’ll take some doing though, he and I haven’t really gotten along in the vague amount of time since you gave me his job. Seriously, the timeline is super nebulous, it could have been anything between a week and five years.

ED HARRIS

I have faith you can convince him, Jim. As your father figure and mentor, you know I support you in everything, and if you ever need somebody you can implicitly trust-

JIM STURGESS

We get it, you’re the villain, whoop-de-doo.

(leaves)

EXT. LOSER SHACK

JIM goes out to see GERARD, who is hanging with his DAUGHTER.

JIM STURGESS

Hey bro, the space laser’s been acting up. Think you could pop up to space real quick and fix it? Thanks.

GERARD’S DAUGHTER

Dad, no! You can’t go back to space! It’s too dangerous! Don’t abandon me like this!

GERARD BUTLER

OH GOD NOT THIS FUCKING TROPE. Yeah, parents should never do work that takes them away from their families for any amount of time or puts themselves at risk, no matter how important it is. I’m a shitty father because I’m agreeing to go save hundreds of millions of lives, possibly including yours. Shut the fuck up, you little turd.

GERARD immediately storms off and goes to SPACE.

EXT. HONG KONG

Suddenly the movie remembers the CHINESE BOX OFFICE and cuts to HONG KONG, where DANIEL WU is heading home with some SHOPPING.

DANIEL WU

(looks around)

Aw fuck. A famous capital city in a disaster movie? This isn’t gonna end well.

Sure enough he drops some EGGS on the ground and they immediately begin to FRY!

DANIEL WU

Holy shit the ground is apparently as hot as a stovetop! You’d think this is something the people in the street would have noticed, but uh, I guess all our shoes are made entirely of thermally nonconductive silica fibreglass?

(jumps in car, speeds off)

And our tires too, don’t forget our tires!

DANIEL drives through the streets as the pavement CRACKS and FIRE erupts out of the SUPERHEATED PAVEMENT!

DANIEL WU

Damn, the space station must have done that! Not that we ever explain how geothermal energy could possibly be controlled by space lasers!

INT. SPACE STATION

GERARD arrives aboard the SPACE STATION to meet the team of ENGINEERS.

ROBERT SHEEHAN

Welcome, Gerard! I am an asshole. A smug, unlikeable asshole. The exact kind of jerk you’d think would turn out to be the saboteur. Which is kind of awkward, because I DO turn out to be the saboteur.

AMR WAKED

It’s okay, I’ll cover for you by red herringing as hard as humanly possible in every scene I’m in.

(lurks sinisterly)

ALEXANDRA MARIA LARA

Meanwhile I’m the station’s commander. I exist to be your sort-of love interest with whom you never get beyond meaningful eye contact, and to make you seem hypercompetent by standing around uselessly while you do everything important.

GERARD BUTLER

Okay then, now that everybody’s in position let’s get this 2012-but-with-weather/Gravity-except-stupid-and-with-more-explosions hybrid on the road! Bring on the barrage of gratuitous global annihilation!

ALEXANDRA MARIA LARA

Actually there’s nowhere near as much of that kind of thing as the trailers promised. But if you like scenes where someone stares at tiny gobbledegook on a computer screen and explains what plot points it discloses, we’ve got a buttload of that!

GERARD BUTLER

(puppy dog eyes)

ALEXANDRA MARIA LARA

Oh fine, here’s one to tide you over.

EXT. TOKYO

Giant hail in Tokyo!

INT. SPACE STATION

GERARD BUTLER

Ta! Now let’s look at that satellite that fried Hong Kong.

ROBERT SHEEHAN

Uh, oops, unfortunately that malfunctioning satellite got smashed beyond usefulness because the hydraulic arm which was holding it malfunctioned!

GERARD BUTLER

Fine then, let’s look at the surveillance footage from when Richard Regan Paul got spaced.

ROBERT SHEEHAN

Um well we can’t see the footage of that wall malfunction because the footage has also malfunctioned.

GERARD BUTLER

Wait though, there’s still a useable recording in a leftover bit of wall that got stuck in a solar array panel! Let’s go for a spacewalk and get it.

ROBERT SHEEHAN

Sure thing WHUH OH while you’re trying to retrieve that malfunctioning bit of wall, your space suit has malfunctioned!

GERARD BUTLER

(bouncing off every part of the space station)

HEY YOU KNOW WHAT, I’M STARTING TO THINK THAT MAAAAYBE THERE’S JUST A SMIDGE OF SABOTAGE GOING ON.

ROBERT SHEEHAN

Damnit! Turns out that by the time you’re committing sabotage to cover up your sabotage to cover up your sabotage to cover up your sabotage, it starts to get kinda obvious what you’re doing.

(pause)

Nnnnnot that I have anything to do with that. Right, Amr?

AMR WAKED

(hovers creepily at the edge of frame)

ROBERT SHEEHAN

Exactly.

GERARD retrieves the DATA from the WALL FRAGMENT, but finds that he can’t ACCESS IT.

GERARD BUTLER

Oh crap, only a high-level government official could have restricted the data like this! That means that SOMEBODY extremely high-ranking is behind all this, but we don’t know who!

ALEXANDRA MARIA LARA

It’s Ed Harris. Everybody has figured this out already.

GERARD BUTLER

I have to tell Jim about this. But they might have bugged our comms, and my message may be intercepted by whoever the traitor is.

ALEXANDRA MARIA LARA

It is quite obviously Ed Harris.

GERARD BUTLER

I better use a code.

(calls Jim)

Hey there, Jim! Just thought I’d stop in the middle of this deadly crisis to randomly reminisce. SOMEtimes I think about that old WHITE porch we used to have at our HOUSE, where our pathetic inbred ASSHOLE of a father used to get FUCKED up on tequila and whale on US with a wrench. Glad that’s all OVER.

JIM STURGESS

A high-ranking government traitor? Why that could only be-

ALEXANDRA MARIA LARA

ED HARRIS, IT’S ED HARRIS YOU IDIOTS, THERE'S NO OTHER REASON FOR HIS CHARACTER TO EXIST

JIM STURGESS

-the president! America is soon scheduled to hand control of the space station over to an international committee. The president must be causing these disasters in order to retain control!

GERARD BUTLER

Right. Because after a fuckup of this magnitude, obviously the last thing people will want to do is remove the administrators responsible for killing everybody.

JIM STURGESS

And he’s not gonna stop with these penny-ante special effect showcases, either! He’s trying to chain a bunch of them together and bring on a geostorm!

GERARD BUTLER

You mean the tiny, ugly-ass sports compact from Isuzu?

JIM STURGESS

Not a Geo Storm, a GEOSTORM! A made-up, probably impossible meteorological phenomenon where it storms everywhere on the planet at once! According to our computers, this precise sequence of weather disasters - including the ones which the space station hasn’t caused yet - will lead to a geostorm in EXACTLY the nice, round timeframe of ninety minutes!!

GERARD BUTLER

Fuck! Fine then, let’s do an emergency shutdown of the station so it can’t frag the planet. This potentially apocalyptic orbital weapons platform DOES have an emergency off switch, right?

JIM STURGESS

Well, yes... but, ha ha, it turns out it can only be activated using the president’s biometrics. So if the most dangerous thing ever made malfunctions, it can only be stopped if you can get the president into the right specific room quickly enough.

(shrugs awkwardly)

Fortunately, I have been provided with a convenient secret service girlfriend who can grab the president for us!

ABBIE CORNISH

Okay then, I’ll-

JIM STURGESS

Plot devices don’t speak, honey.

ABBIE CORNISH

Then why does this movie have any dialogue at all?

INT. DEMOCRATIC NATIONAL CONVENTION

JIM and ABBIE go to find PRESIDENT ANDY at the DEMOCRATIC NATIONAL CONVENTION in ORLANDO. But first they run into ED HARRIS.

JIM STURGESS

Ed, thank god I ran into somebody I can trust! We need to grab the president so we can shut down this Bond villain-esque weather scheme.

ED HARRIS

Uh, okay. I have the president right here in this gun. Stand still so that I might fire him at you.

JIM STURGESS

Wha - YOU?! EVIL?!? DWAAAHHH?!?!?

ED HARRIS

Don’t patronize me. Anyway, part of my plan is to set off a giant lightning storm here and kill everybody in line of succession ahead of me, so I become president!

JIM STURGESS

Are you fucking kidding me? We’ve gone to the trouble of pointing out it’s an election year! Do you honestly expect an administration that ran an environmental program so badly that it KILLED THEM ALL to get reelected?

JIM and ABBIE grab ANDY and run for it! Then a fuckton of LIGHTNING starts DESTROYING THE DNC!

BYSTANDER

Man, those Russian hackers have really stepped up their game.

(incinerated)

ABBIE CORNISH

Quickly, we can get away using this SELF-DRIVING cab we just commandeered! Since I’m driving it there might seem to be no reason for us to point out that it’s a SELF-DRIVING cab, so I guess now the audience has already figured out we’re shortly going to be pulling some trick where it SELF-DRIVES. We’ll still act like we’re being clever, though.

ED HARRIS

Chase that cab, my suicidally dedicated minions! Meanwhile I will teleport to the road ahead of them, so I can set up a rocket launcher ambush! Nothing screams “accidental death” like getting blown up by a fucking rocket launcher. FIRE!

MINION

Uh, you sure you don’t want to wait until we can see who’s driving? Disregarding any possible self-driving tricks, cabs are pretty interchangeable and that could in fact be entirely the wrong car-

ED HARRIS

I SAID FIRE!

They BLOW UP THE CAB! But then ANDY appears and shoves a GUN in ED’S FACE.

ANDY GARCIA

That’s right, we sent the empty cab driving towards you at sixty miles an hour! And now here we are, having caught up to it on foot within the next twenty seconds. My legs are KILLING ME.

ED HARRIS

Come on Andy, you should still let the geostorm happen! My theory is that the massive catastrophe which is going to demolish the face of the planet will handily attack only our political enemies and we’ll be fine!

ANDY GARCIA

Goddamn, how is it that each new layer of your motivations is even dumber than the last?

EXT. EVERYWHERE

Meanwhile DIRECTOR DEAN DEVLIN looks under the COUCH and finally finds the movie’s MISSING DISASTER EFFECTS, and they all start happening at once! Ice storms in Rio! Fire storms in Moscow! Tsunamis in the desert!

GERARD BUTLER

Opposite weather, is it? In that case I’m guessing London is currently having a pleasant sunny day HEY-OOOHHH!

ALEXANDRA MARIA LARA

But we’re not doing so great here in space either. Somebody’s set off our self-destruct system, and the station’s gonna explode in [amount of time left in which the geostorm can still be averted + just enough time for a thrilling escape]!

GERARD BUTLER

Wait a minute, according some kind of plot mumbo jumbo, the only one who could have started the self-destruct protocol is... ROBERT! You little traitor, you’re working for Ed!

ROBERT SHEEHAN

Okay okay, you’ve got me, but SURPRISE I had a gun strapped to the underside of this desk and now you haven’t got me at all, HA!

GERARD BUTLER

What was your plan if I’d confronted you in literally any other room?

ROBERT SHEEHAN

Clearly I must have guns strapped underneath every surface in the entire space station.

(opens fire)

Aw yeah, no better strategy for staying alive than shooting bullets in a room which is separated from the vacuum of space by a single pane of-

ROBERT accidentally SPACES HIMSELF! The movie does not reveal whether, in his last moments of consciousness, RICHARD’S FROZEN, ORBITING CORPSE happens to collide FOOT-FIRST with ROBERT’S CROTCH, so one is forced to assume that it DOES.

INT. SPACE STATION STOPPING ROOM

Back on EARTH, ANDY arrives in the ROOM he has to be in so that he can turn off the SPACE STATION.

ANDY GARCIA

All right, we did it! I just used my biometrics to activate the thing, so now the world is saved! Right?

JIM STURGESS

Actually Gerard still has to get to another specific room on the station itself and press a big “YES” button for it to actually work.

ANDY GARCIA

OF COURSE. What was I thinking, we can’t let this emergency shutdown be activated merely by having the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED FUCKING STATES TURN IT ON WITH HIS OWN SPECIAL BODY SCAN. No, we need the extra, mega-secure step of having some engineer click “confirm”!

JIM STURGESS

Look, we wanted to do the president kidnapping scene but still give Gerard a big action climax, this was the only way.

In SPACE, GERARD and ALEXANDRA make it to the SPECIAL ROOM, shut down the SPACE STATION and SAVE THE WORLD!

ALEXANDRA MARIA LARA

Phew, and with one second left to go! That’s right, because we turned off the weather machine when we did all the bad weather instantly cleared up; but if it had gone on for even one more second it would have become a global superstorm which would have wiped out most of humanity. What a sensible premise!

GERARD BUTLER

Unfortunately while we were able to get everybody else off the station, there’s no time left for you and I to escape. But I knew this when I stayed behind. I may not have been a good father, but I hope my daughter can at least appreciate the sacrifice I made by dying in space in order to save-

ALEXANDRA MARIA LARA

Are you seriously copying Bruce Willis’s death from Armageddon?

GERARD BUTLER

Oh FUCK you’re right. Screw it, let’s just jump in a spare satellite and fly to safety then.

ALEXANDRA MARIA LARA

Hooray! I’m not even gonna ask why a weather satellite has room inside it for passengers!

They HOP ABOARD the SPACE EX MACHINA and fly away!

EXT. LOSER SHACK

Months later, GERARD, JIM and GERARD’S ANNOYING DAUGHTER are all hanging out and fishing.

GERARD BUTLER

Neat, our family’s come un-estranged! What a happy ending. Why if we keep the focus on stuff like this, and the fact that in Brazil the dog didn’t die, we can ignore the fact that millions of people just got horribly murdered!

JIM STURGESS

And the rebuilt space station is now in international hands as intended, and they’re gonna make sure none of this can ever-

GERARD BUTLER

Wait, what the fuck? They’re doing the space station again? After the last one turned out to be a city-destroying death ray which could be commandeered by a single nerd with a smartphone? That’s the least plausible ending this movie could have possibly had!

JIM STURGESS

Uh huh. Yeah, I’m sure in real life politicians the world over would instead start seriously committing themselves to environmental policy. Hmmm?

GERARD BUTLER

...Okay yeah this way’s more realistic.

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