#and are ready to stomp on fellow fans

[the-kr8tor]

So, you get a new request so. New news reporter R on an intership x actor hobie. Its where he is on the red carpet and r is trying to get a conversation with one of them but keeps getting pushed around and hobie takes notice and then you can choose what else to do. Just thought an idea for a starting point could help ya you know. You have free creative control :DDD

Hehehehe actor! Hobie hehehehe 😍 thank you for requesting muah 😘❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, actor! Hobie, actor au, brief mention of an injury, interviewer! R, fluff

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Your head swims with anxiety as you wait beside the red carpet. Camera flashes flicker in and out, the lights are brighter than the sun, making you think that it's daytime when it's already close to ten pm. Even the high pitched screams are ringing in your head.

When you first got there earlier than usual to capture some extra snapshots of the event and to get a place near the bannister separating the media and the stars, it was all exciting. Now you can't wait to go home and have a cup of warm tea and lay in bed. But alas, being new at your swanky magazine job means that you have to do all the grunt work. You're not the one going one on one with celebrities, or even getting a full segment with them on the carpet like a famous coworker of yours. No, you're on the side, pining for even a moment of the celebrity's attention while you're dodging the paparazzi’s huge camera lenses, and trying not to get your feet stomped on by other media competitors. You swear you're about to conk someone's head with your microphone when their shoulder bumps into you too harshly.

Sighing, your camera man, James, and a fellow new hire, looks at you like he's about to run away from the scene and go to the nearest chicken shop instead.

A cherry red motorcycle suddenly appears, parking near the entrance of the event. Its rider is wearing a sleek helmet dotted with stickers and spray paint. The crowd goes wild at the mere sight of him, already knowing who's getting off the famous bike.

“You better get ready.” James nudges you as he readies his camera. “All we had was an interview with a stunt double and the main girl's best friend.”

You clutch your mic tighter. “Trust me, I'm ready. Hobie Brown isn't slipping off my grasp—!” The rowdy crowd pushes and rams towards you, almost crushing you between James and the bannister. “Shit, calm down!” The screams get louder as Hobie takes off his riding gloves, and then his helmet, revealing his handsome face. You swear you saw him grimace at the frantic crowd for a millisecond.

“Hold on! Fuck!” James tries to shield you from behind as more and more paparazzi clamor to get a picture of him. “He's not all that!” He exclaims, lifting up the very expensive camera in his hands. “You okay?”

You've managed to wiggle your hand in-between your stomach and the hard railings. A desperate attempt to protect yourself from the onslaught of screaming fans and paparazzi.

“I'm—” you wince, getting pushed more towards the metal. “Fucking stop! Where's security!?” The pushing gets too rough, and the railings in front of you shakes under the weight, tethering close to falling over.

“Oi oi!” Hobie bolts towards the carpet, stopping in front of a distressed you, pointing at the crowd. “Stop that!” When no one makes a move to stop pushing, he pushes the crowd back by himself. Finally prompting the security’s attention for some crowd control. “You're bloody crushin' her!” Is he talking about you? You're sure he's talking about you.

You look at him through your lashes, seeing him up close and personal. Now you get why some people faint after meeting him in person. The spotlights shine behind him, his honeyed eyes are full of determination as he helps push people away from you without a single worry for his red carpet outfit.

Finally, after what seems like hours, the pressure behind you diminishes and you can finally breathe. James pats your shoulder, panting in place. You nod thanks to him as you catch your breath.

“You alright, love?” Your more famous coworkers weren't joking when they said that their legs turned to jelly when they first heard his voice. His palm rests gently on your bicep, eyes soft and concerned. “You want some water?”

You exhale, swallowing down your nervous laughter. “Y-Yeah, please.”

“I'll get you some—” he turns and there's already someone with a walkie talkie handing him a bottle of water. “Thanks,” he nods at them before turning back towards you and opening the bottle for you. “Perks of bein’ famous. Here.”

You take it gladly, his warm fingers brushing against your own. “Thank you, Hobie— Mr. Brown.”

“Do I look like a Mr. Brown, love?” He gestures towards himself, pointing out his very punk red carpet outfit complete with his signature leather and spikes. It's definitely something you don't see everyday on the red carpet, especially the fishnets.

You almost choke on your water, coughing and covering your mouth. “S–Sorry, Hobie.” Coughing some more, Hobie pats your back with a lopsided smile.

His eyes turn sharp suddenly at the man beside you, glaring at the stranger. “Get your bloody foot off of her.” He says in between his teeth. You didn't even feel it, but Hobie saw it, immediately pushing the man away before you could unscramble your thoughts.

James films on the side, grinning at the interaction. He's definitely going to get that promotion. Hobie turns to him while you're trying not to cough out your whole lung. His hand is still on you to the disappointment of his obsessed fans.

“You need water too, mate?”

“No thanks, unless you're signing it, Hobie.” James jokes, earning a chuckle from him.

“Just ask, bruv, I'll sign it.” Hobie cranes his neck over to you again, practically seeing stars in your eyes now that you've settled down. “There you go, love, you look stunnin’ when you're not gettin' crushed.”

You giggle nervously, trying not to get lost in his eyes. “Um, can I interview for a second?” You mentally facepalm, you could've said something better, anything, and yet you chose that.

“I fancy a bird who takes the opportunity when it drops on her lap.” Hobie winks at you, at *you. You still can't believe it. The crowd behind you runs wild as if it was directed at them. “Ask away.”

You clear your throat and your thoughts. “Who are you wearing?”

“This ol' thing?” He lifts up the red plaid skirt like he's about to greet the queen. As if he'll do that. “A childhood mate of mine designed it for me. They don't want to be named though, said they're only doin’ it ‘cause I kept askin'” Chuckling, he leans against the railings to stay comfortable under all the scrutinizing eyes.

To your rivals’ dismay, he continues the interview with you and you only even when they're screaming to get his attention.

You smile gently at him, not the kind of polite smile you robotically give. But the kind you're genuine about, something that you give to close friends or family. “You two must be close.”

His eyes sparkle under the light, your question must've been a rare thing for him during these events when people only ask about him and rumours circling around him.

“Yeah, been mates since we were eatin’ glue.”

“You ate glue?” You joke, and he beams at your laugh.

“Who doesn't?” He feels comfortable and carefree around you. Unlike the other interviewers who only ask the same ten questions and make him feel bored out of his mind.

“I didn't.” You giggle, as if you're just joking with an old friend.

“I guess that's why you're smarter than me, the glue didn't reach your brain.” He taps his temple, all the while smiling at you.

“How would you know that I'm smart? You're the one with the masters.”

“I do?” He feigns naivete. “See, you know everythin'.”

Laughing with him feels like the most natural thing in the world. And he feels the same with his eyes crinkling in the corners and hand placed next to you on the bannister. But alas, the conversation had to end with his manager urging him to continue walking down the carpet.

“Wait, hold on, Ned.” Hobie keeps his eyes on you even though his manager is looking more and more irked. “Do you have a one-on-one with the cast later?”

“Uh no, that's not really my job. Not yet anyway.”

“What do you say that I slide you and your cameraman in, hm?” He hopes you'll say yes so he could talk to you more.

You swear your heart jumped out of your chest like in the cartoons. “Yes— absolutely that would be an amazing opportunity, thank you!”

“Nah, thank you, love, you're the only one worth talkin' to in this business.” He points at your microphone. “Good thing too, your mics off by the way.” With a smirk, he leaves, and the camera shutters follow him.

You stare in horror at the mic in your hands. “Fuck.” You whisper, and James tries not to groan loudly.

“At least we got the gig right?”

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Nest Fellows Ch. 6

A KevRiko Collaboration with @noomyart, posted in 6 parts.

Summary: Kevin Day and Riko Moriyama have been the Sons of Exy for as long as they both can remember. They've always been one & two, King & Queen, master & pet, future founders of the perfect Court, but what if there's also something more hidden beneath the surface? What if, when push comes to shove, instead of veering down separate paths, they summed up their parts to fight the system meant to contain them?

Trigger Warnings for:

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Mentions of Jean's abuse

Sexual Content

Tetsuji Moriyama being the absolute piece of shit he is

Chapter 6: Roku

The pomp and circumstance around the shoot-off was the same as any other game Riko and Kevin ever attended, minus the team that usually stood at their back and the four quarters waiting to be played through. There were the same number of referees on both sides of the court, watching the two of them enter from opposite ends like true opponents. The crowd went wild when Riko raised his racquet to the sky, soaking in the roar that greeted him. Kevin did the same and closed his eyes under the choking boom of voices overhead, drowning the stadium in a deafening cacophony of chants and warcries.

Both athletes walked to center court where captains usually met for the coin toss. A referee met them there with his coin at the ready. “Are you prepared for this, boys?” He asked over the loud stomp and clap of the riled fans. Riko nodded first, then Kevin. The referee nodded and flipped the coin, catching it on the back of his hand to a sudden influx of deafening silence. He revealed the head of the coin and pointed a straight arm at Riko. The crowd roared back to life and the referee backed up to his position while Riko and Kevin came forward to shake hands. 

Kevin grabbed at his wrist and Riko returned the grip. It was the same old song and dance, except this time, Riko slipped his fingers under Kevin’s helmet and Kevin happily removed it a second later. Holding it against his hip, he did the same to Riko’s, watching his partner peel off his helmet and reveal tousled black hair. He resisted the urge to fist it in his fingers and tug his head back to kiss him in front of all these people.  Instead, he teased his fingers along his jaw and up his cheek to cover the number one stark against pale skin. Riko did the same, and they lowered their foreheads together.  Another cacophonous cheer raged from the adjoining crowd.

“Do your best out there,” Riko told him.

Kevin returned, “Give me a number to match, King .”

Riko opened his eyes to glance up at him through his lashes, lips crooking into a smirk. 

Then the whistle blew and the two separated to go to their opposite sides. One referee came forward with a machine made to launch balls clean at them. A couple more officials stood on either side of the goal lines, two more at half-court. Riko took his place at center stage and accepted the first ball, throwing it up and down a moment while the announcers told the audience all the rules. As soon as they finished, the referee controlling the ball machine got a final nod from Riko before calling for the shoot-off to begin.

Riko was the best in this game, only rivaled by Kevin himself, and he showed it the moment that first ball went flying. Without any defense to protect the goal, he was a train without brakes speeding down the tracks. Every ball that shot out of the machine was an opportunity that he chased down like his life depended on it, scooping up each one with practiced ease and clean focus.  He launched them in familiar angles to ricochet off the court walls and into the goal with a flash of red the instant they hit their mark. Kevin could practically feel the jitters running through Riko’s abused muscles, getting excited for his chance to match him. And Riko was certainly giving him a number to fight for. 

By the time the buzzer sounded and his round came to an end, the number was well into the double digits.  It was just enough leeway for Kevin to let loose without needing to worry about their plan going awry.

The crowd cheered as soon as Riko’s racquet got thrust into the air, rising to their feet to bestow upon their King the praise he rightfully deserved. The commentator cheered, “ Another loud round of applause for our first challenger! " The crowd was happy to oblige while Riko shucked his helmet and wiped his forehead on his arm guards. He left the court for the outer wall and banged thrice to be let off. 

The official undid the lock and let him through, but Riko stopped just in front of Kevin with that tantalizingly haughty grin of his. “Don’t disappoint me, Aibou ,” was said with just enough of a tease for Kevin’s stomach to twist with both anticipation and affection.  It only knotted itself up more when Riko brushed his arm on his way by, gloved fingers nearly hooking in his for just a second.

It took him being herded by the referee to move through the door to inner Court, slipping on his helmet with a deep, stabilizing breath along the way.  Kevin looked up at the scoreboard again and stared at the red numbers stark against black plastic and metal. Sixty-nine . Nice of Riko to not hold back on his account.

Taking his place at the center line where Riko just stood, Kevin tested the weight of his racquet and gave the netting a firm tug. Once he was satisfied it would hold up through the challenge ahead, he addressed the crowd with a look and a thrust of his racquet into the air. The assembled fans all cheered while he glanced at the scoreboard one last time.

Alright, sixty-nine . He could do that.

The official prompted him for a sign of readiness and Kevin offered it with a single decisive nod. Accepting the first ball to start the challenge, he gave it a couple experimental tosses before the referee nodded and blew his whistle. Readying himself, Kevin counted down in his head. One…two…three…

The buzzer went off and he landed the first goal with a roar of the ball machine rumbling to life. The rest of the challenge was a blur of rising numbers and red lights. He was scooping up balls in between steps, shooting them at impossible speeds, at impossible angles. He barely had time to check the lights to be sure each shot took, more preoccupied with the deafening tick-tock of the decreasing seconds on the clock. Sweat beaded along his hairline around twenty-five, starting to trickle when he got to fifty. Tension fell like a blanket over the stadium when he got to sixty, hearing the heavy boom, boom, boom of the last seconds ticking down. The ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump of his thumping heart racing in his ears. 

He counted the last shots off in his head–sixty-seven, then sixty-eight came not two seconds later. He scooped up sixty-nine with five seconds left on the clock, taking a breath as he aimed the shot with extra precision and watched it hit home. He felt the whole crowd hold their breath as he went for the next ball, picking one just far enough away that when he got it up in his net, the final second bleeped down and the loud buzzer sounded the end of his round as a draw.

It took a second before the announcer said, “ I can't believe it, folks…we have a tie! " The crowd came to life in a mass of cheers and jeers, thirsty for more blood, but certainly not disappointed by either of their performances. The officials all took a moment to look between each other, whispering under muted mics–probably about how to handle this situation. When one came to him and asked, “Would you like to go first for the second round?" Kevin shook his head–firm and decided.

“No,” he told him and the crowd at large. “You wanted to see who was better between us? You got your answer: neither of us.”

Another official let Riko onto the court and asked the two of them, “You really won’t settle this?”

“Why should we?" Riko shot back. “We are one and two. We are the Sons of Exy. To be perfect partners, we have to be a perfect match. What is more perfect than that?” he gestured at the scoreboard and the matching sixty-nine shining red on both sides of it. 

The official turned to Tetsuji for an answer, but Kevin and Riko weren’t waiting to see what he said. They went to the locker room to get changed out before anyone could try and make them do more.  

Making sure they were hidden away from the eyes and ears of the press, Kevin dared to say, “The Master is going to be livid.”

“Let him come,” Riko dismissed. “We fought that fight fair and square, just the way the rules called for. No one ever decided what would happen if we were to tie. That was on them.”

Kevin couldn't agree more, but now that the adrenaline was wearing off, there was an empty hole for anxiety to fill. He glanced back at the door in anticipation, only turning back when Riko put his racquet right up against his locker and pulled his jersey over his head in one smooth move.  It had been weeks since the last time he was allowed to ogle Riko’s exposed flesh–longer, still, since the last time he was allowed to touch.  Kevin knew Riko could see the desperation in his eyes.  It was mirrored in the amusement tilting Riko’s lips as he dropped his jersey on the bench and glanced at Kevin.   

Riko slipped his thumb underneath one of the straps on his padding and invited, “Undo me?”

Kevin moved to do just that when the door to the locker room opened and Tetsuji came storming in with a rage of fans and reporters raring to see beyond the privacy afforded by the door. Riko ignored them in favor of meeting his Uncle’s glare with an immovable stare.  But the Master was not impressed.  “A press conference will be held after you see me in my office." He then strode past them and right to the exit back into the Nest, leaving Kevin and Riko to gawk in his wake.

“He's upset,” Kevin worried aloud mere seconds later.

Riko hummed a moment before he said, “Get dressed.”

“But Riko,” he tried, “what are we going to do about–”

“I said,” Riko interrupted, “get dressed . I will handle him.”

There was something relieving about Riko taking charge of the situation–something familiar and reassuring. It was easier to go through the motions of unclipping all his padding to change back into their usual team sweats than think about what came next. There were a lot of nuances to their plan they didn't account for, a fact he left for future Kevin to handle at such a time when future Kevin was ready to handle them, but now? This present Kevin stared down the glaring issues with their half-baked idea and nearly voiced them when Riko turned to him and took hold of his chin with a meaningful look. “We will be fine. I won't let him hurt you." Leading him down into a short kiss, he asked, “Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” Kevin answered dutifully. Riko considered that a moment before he gave a firm nod and promptly grabbed for his racquet. Kevin eyed it one long moment before his partner jerked his head toward the exit and led the way from the locker room.  

They bypassed the rest of the team by taking the Black Hall toward His Uncle’s secluded office.  Riko had the courtesy to knock when they arrived, waiting for his Uncle to order them in before he gave Kevin a final nod and opened the door to let him in. It shut behind the two of them a moment later and Kevin only dared look at the Master once they were both settled before his desk. In turn, Tetsuji eyed Riko’s racquet with interest and said, “Good of you to bring the object for your punishment without first being asked. You must know just how poorly you’ve performed here today.”

Kevin opened his mouth to speak up, but Riko pressed a restricting hand to his chest. It remained there as Tetsuji came around his desk and upon the two of them with his arms crossed. He held out a hand for Riko’s racquet and said, “You will kneel and recite back to me what you both have done to deserve this.”

Riko looked from Tetsuji to Kevin, and lifted his racquet from where it rested at his side. For a moment, Kevin worried he might forget their plan and hand it over, but in between Tetsuji reaching for it and Kevin silently pleading with his eyes, Riko raised his stick above his head and brought it crashing down on their coach with a hefty swing. 

Riko's racquet landed with a sickening crack against Tetsuji's shoulder and Kevin flinched from the resulting crash when his body slammed into the desk behind him with a cry of pain. Their coach scrambled for purchase on the polished surface, barely finding his feet before he grabbed at his injury and glared right at his nephew with angry black eyes. “What do you think you’re doing? I will not stand this infraction!”

Riko stepped forward with a familiar hungry grin, licking his lips with a new face of sadism Kevin had never seen on him in all their years together. He didn't lift his racquet all the way over his head, careful to aim with a held back thwack to Tetsuji’s sensitive ribs with another sickening crunch of fracturing bones.  The force of the blow nearly doubled their Coach over where he fought to keep his feet beneath his unsteady weight. 

"How does it feel, Uncle ?" Riko taunted, glancing down at his racquet and giving it a slight heft that made Tetsuji flinch back from the mere threat of another incoming hit. Riko smirked at that reaction like a man starved. “I don't scare you,” he asked, “do I, Uncle? After all,” he took a step forward and handed his racquet off to Kevin who took it in one gloved hand without question, “you’re the one who made me what I am , aren't you?”

“Back up ,” Tetsuji warned, trying for a threatening step that failed when Riko pressed a hand flat to his chest and shoved him right back into his desk with another loud thump . The Master snarled, “keep your unworthy hands to yourself!”

Riko snorted. “Unworthy?" He rolled his shoulders and bit off a laugh, turned into a growl as his fist made perfect contact with Tetsuji’s jaw, snapping his head to the side. He punched him again and again, raining down strikes like a man possessed. Tetsuji tried to grab for each one, but Riko deflected him and eventually stopped his struggle by grabbing at his arm and popping it to an odd angle with a cry of pain and a sickening crack . "Don’t you like the monster you've created?" He demanded with a terrifying, unhinged chuckle. 

"Stop this, Riko! You can’t–" Tetsuji tried to beg–maybe reprimand–but Riko wasn't listening. 

"This is what you get," he growled as he grabbed his racquet from Kevin’s shaking fist and hit his Uncle right in the center of the chest with the butt of it, dropping him to his knees, back still trapped against the desk behind it. Riko threw his racquet away and stood over him.  He grabbed his target by the lapels of his fancy suit and lifted him clean off the ground with a nasty tug.  “For every hit you ever landed on me, I'm going to return the pain to you tenfold, old man. I'm going to rip you apart, one limb at a time, just the way you taught me to. I'm going to take every private lesson you ever beat into me and I'm going to give you something to haunt your every waking nightmare for the rest of your worthless fucking–"

" Riko ," Kevin reached forward and grabbed at his shoulder, looking over it at where Tetsuji stared at the two of them in muted horror.

"Kevin," Tetsuji tried in a weak, vulnerable tone, "do not let him do this. Think of your career–of your future.”  When Kevin didn't react to that motivation, he tried again.  “What would your mother think if she saw you like this?"

The question nearly hit him square in the throat with its sheer audacity. "My mother?” Kevin repeated. He glanced at Riko a moment and gestured for him to let the man go. Riko did so, taking a couple steps back to stand guard over their captive, arms crossed over his chest.  Kevin ducked down low beside Tetsuji and hissed, "Answer me, first: what would she think if she saw you like this? Hurting her son for the purpose of your own legacy. Beating your own child? She would be disgusted ." Tetsuji flinched back from that word.  Kevin spat, “She would hate you almost as much as I do, maybe almost as much as Riko does. But she’s not here, is she? Is she !”

Tetsuji kept his mouth shut and Kevin searched him for any sign of remorse. When he saw no such emotion behind his eyes, he stood up and let him go with a growl.  “Come on, Riko,” he invited, “he's not worth it."

Riko pulled the switchblade from his pocket and flipped it open with practiced ease. “You sure we can trust him not to cause us trouble?” 

Kevin glanced at their old coach and shrugged. “His funeral if he tries. We have all the evidence we need to tear apart his entire empire and then some, and we’re far more valuable to your father alive than he is dead.”

Riko considered that answer a moment before he shrugged and allowed it.  He delivered one final kick to the fallen man for good measure before following Kevin to the exit.

As they reached the door, Tetsuji tried again, "You cannot leave like this! I own you two! Do you know what the family will do without my protection?"

Kevin glanced back at him and said, "And do you know what they'll do when they find out you let us get away? I like our odds.”

He followed Riko’s back out into the hall, barely getting the door shut before Riko pressed him up against it. Kevin went stalk still under that hungry gaze so fucking close to his, but then Riko kissed him with a force like a tidal wave of relief crashing over every single one of his rattled nerves. He leaned into every clash of tongues and teeth, wrapping his arms tight about Riko’s waist and turning him with a startled gasp to pin him in place with a hard thud . He devoured him with every ounce of his being, dropping his hand to grab at his knee and hike it up to his own hip.  That alone gave him plenty of room to slot their hips together and further pin his captain right against the entrance to their former prison. 

Kevin was tempted– very tempted–to get Riko off right here, where anyone could see them, but Riko pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him back just enough to break the kiss and hold Kevin at bay. Kevin whined at him and Riko managed a husky, "Get Jean and text Jeremy. I’m going to pack our bags."

Kevin frowned at him, lust-addled mind quickly jumping through hoops to arrive at, "Why Jeremy? South Carolina is closer, and Wymack–"

Riko silenced him with lips on his own, thumb covering his number as black met green for a long moment. "Do as I say, Kevin. We will figure this out on our own. Right now, you need to focus on collecting our number three so we can get out .”

Kevin looked back at the hall and asked, “What about the rest?”

Riko kissed him and answered, “You and Jean are my only problems." Then he gave him another push and ordered, “Go–I will handle the rest.”  Kevin offered only one more kiss to his number One before he obeyed and went to get everything ready for their life on the run. For freedom .

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You was minding the island/monkeys in "SWK is MK's stone egg dad au"?

Ask 1: Wukong would only trust someone he knew would be able to protect the island if he wasn't available. Originally his idea was for that to be Macaque but well... that didn't turn out so good.

Guanyin would try to kill him herself if she knew Wukong was trying to create a Stone Egg on purpose.

Princess Iron Fan is similarly discounted, cus for all her joy surrounding having a child, she knows it's stupid to try and make one when the eventual result is death of the parent. She'd tattle on SWK to Guanyin.

Erlang would remember to unbury Wukong, but him and the Plum Hill boys dont gots a good reputation with the island's monkeys or monkey demons in general. Also the dog might try and dig up Wukong before he can even start the Egg-making process.

That leaves the people he 1: Is good friends with and/or 2: Owes him a favor.

DBK and Nezha ultimately are the two entrusted with the knowledge of what Wukong's doing.

DBK worries because of the risks involved, but understands why Wukong is so adamant on becoming a parent. DBK was willing to bow to the bodhisattva if it meant his little firefly could be born safely.

Nezha is told a little different version of the story since Wukong still sees him as a kid who will panic. Wukong just tells him that he's "Trying out a new mediatation technique", and to check in on him in a few centuries. Nezha is suspicious, but assumes Wukong is planning to isolate himself for the sake of the Rings of Samadhi. Can't tell anyone where his Ring is if he's entombed after all. Nezha makes sure to check in on the island every other year or so just out of duty, but also because he's a little attached to the island's monkeys.

The Pilgrims aren't told of what SWK's gonna do in case they try to stop him. But Wukong grants them and their reincarnations/decendants special access to the island in case his original plan fails. He knows if something on the outside went *really wrong*, they'd be able to eventually find him.

Which leads to...

I was thinking perhaps DBK was a good candiate to protect the island + wake Wukong.

Until something happened in their lives (a shared tragedy), that caused DBK to go nuts trying to stop Wukong from doing something that could have taken his little sworn brother away from him forever.

The death of a fellow sworn brother/Wukong's own best friend and mate; Macaque.

Wukong and DBK had agreed to only reveal the news to Macaque when Wukong's body had already started the process. Far along enough that even if Macaque dragged SWK up out of the ground in anger; a Stone Egg would still continue developing with the parent "awake".

Macaque died not knowing what Wukong had planned.

And DBK lost it.

He couldn't bare to lose his last Sworn Brother on top of losing his brother-in-law. It made no sense for Wukong to create the Stone Egg if his own family would never be able to greet it!

Wukong is forced to seal DBK away once the Bull began deliberately causing Havoc to draw him out of his cave. Enough trouble that there was talk in Heaven of feeding the Bull to the Furnace.

Wukong hates to admit it. He too didn't want to lose his brother.

So he's forced to seal DBK in stasis in the Underworld for the amount of time SWK planned to stay buried.

500 years would be enough for Wukong's body to produce a full-term egg without needing to leech life energy/dao from another source. So hopefully by the time he's ready to birth, Nezha will atleast be able to wake him up. And once his Egg and baby arrives, he will be able to release his sworn brother without the risk of getting stomped on in anger. His child would be old enough to protect themselves, and his in-laws no longer mad at him. Win win!

Unless something say... a curious, clumsy reincarnation of his former master stumbled upon his burial spot inside Water-Curtain Cave and dug him up thinking he was a pot and woke him up prematurely, forcing Wukong to carry the Egg to term for about a year while he spirtually drained others. But that defintely wont happen!

Right?

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20 Epic Godzilla Puns That Will Make You Roar with Laughter

https://lolpuns.com/?p=1783 20 Epic Godzilla Puns That Will Make You Roar with Laughter Ready to stomp through a hilarious collection of monster-sized humor? We’ve gathered the most roar-some Godzilla puns that’ll have you laughing all the way to Tokyo Bay. Whether you’re a die-hard fan of the King of Monsters or just someone who appreciates clever wordplay, these puns are sure to be a smashing hit. From “Godzilla walked into a bar and caused absolute Kaiju-os” to “He’s not just big, he’s Lizard-ly enormous,” we’ve compiled puns that range from groan-worthy to genuinely clever. These atomic-powered jokes make perfect additions to your social media captions, party conversations, or whenever you need to break the ice with fellow monster movie enthusiasts. Table of Contents Toggle 10 Roaring Godzilla Puns That Will Make You Monster-ously LaughWhy Godzilla Puns Are Taking Over The InternetThe Rise of Monster Movie HumorHow Godzilla Became a Pun-derful SensationClassic Godzilla Puns That Never Get OldSize-Related Jokes That Always LandDestruction-Themed WordplayGodzilla Puns Perfect For Any Social SituationOffice-Appropriate Monster HumorGodzilla Ice Breakers For PartiesGodzilla Puns That Will Impress Even The Biggest FansClassic Tom SwiftiesDeep-Cut References Only True Fans Will GetModern Takes On The King Of MonstersHow To Craft Your Own Godzilla PunsElements That Make Monster Puns WorkCommon Wordplay Techniques For Kaiju JokesThe Best Godzilla Puns From Movies And Pop CultureDestruction-Themed ClassicsFood and Beverage GagsCareer and Education HumorRelationship and Social InteractionsCommunication WordplayConclusion: Why We’ll Never Stop Loving Godzilla PunsFrequently Asked QuestionsWhy are Godzilla puns so popular on the internet?What makes a good Godzilla pun?Can Godzilla puns be appropriate for professional settings?What are some classic Godzilla puns that have stood the test of time?How can I create my own Godzilla puns?What themes do most Godzilla puns follow?Are there Godzilla puns from the movies themselves?What makes Godzilla such good material for wordplay?How have Godzilla puns evolved over time?What are some Godzilla puns that only true fans would understand? 10 Roaring Godzilla Puns That Will Make You Monster-ously Laugh Why did Godzilla fail at poker? Because his roar gave away when he was bluffing! Players always knew when he had a good hand because he couldn’t contain his excitement. What’s Godzilla’s favorite day of the week? Monstday! He saves all his city-stomping activities for the first day after a relaxing weekend. How does Godzilla keep in touch with friends? Through scale mail! His prehistoric communication methods might be outdated, but they’re certainly on brand for the King of Monsters. What does Godzilla say before dinner? “Let’s Tokyo!” This prehistoric predator never misses an opportunity for a good meal and a bad pun. Why can’t Godzilla use smartphones? His touch screen always cracks! Those massive claws just aren’t compatible with modern technology, forcing him to stick with monster-sized buttons. What do you call Godzilla when he’s sleeping? A lizard wizard under the covers! His snores can be heard from miles away, often mistaken for earthquake warnings. Where does Godzilla go shopping? The Reptile Outlet! He’s particularly fond of their XXXXXXXXXXXL section that caters to creatures of his impressive stature. What’s Godzilla’s favorite musical instrument? The scales! He practices daily but struggles with the higher notes due to his intimidating roar. How does Godzilla stay in shape? Skyscraper climbing and city jogging! His fitness routine has unfortunately resulted in billions of dollars in infrastructure damage. What’s Godzilla’s favorite board game? Monopoly—he always goes straight for Tokyo! Property values tend to plummet whenever he decides to play, making him an unpopular but unbeatable opponent. Why Godzilla Puns Are Taking Over The Internet The internet has become a breeding ground for Godzilla-themed humor, with monster puns dominating social feeds and content platforms. This surge in popularity isn’t merely coincidental—it’s driven by the perfect storm of cultural relevance, meme culture, and the character’s instantly recognizable imagery. The Rise of Monster Movie Humor Monster movie humor thrives on the striking contrast between Godzilla’s destructive nature and lighthearted wordplay. Popular platforms like TikTok and Twitter have become amplifiers for these trends, with hashtags like #Godzilla generating massive engagement across demographics. The juxtaposition creates a form of absurdist comedy that resonates deeply with audiences seeking escapist entertainment. Band-related jokes like “Why did Godzilla join a band? To make monster music!” have become particularly viral. Social media themes also dominate the industry with puns such as “Why did Godzilla get Instagram? To crush it online!” These comedic formats offer a refreshing take on the iconic character while maintaining its cultural significance. How Godzilla Became a Pun-derful Sensation Dedicated humor sites including Punways and Punsify now curate hundreds of Godzilla-exact puns, serving niche communities of monster movie enthusiasts. The trend’s remarkable staying power stems from Godzilla’s adaptable brand identity, which allows for endless reinvention across various comedic contexts. Pop culture references form the backbone of many popular Godzilla puns, with parodies like “Stomp Wars” (playing on Star Wars) and phrases like “kaiju size” becoming part of internet vernacular. Clever wordplay such as “Dino-mite” and “monster-ial skills” appeals to both younger audiences and adults, broadening the demographic reach of these jokes. Social media algorithms prioritize this shareable, bite-sized humor, while community engagement through forums and meme pages maintains relevance through user-generated content. The 2024-2025 surge reflects a broader cultural interest in blending nostalgic elements from classic films with contemporary internet humor styles. New Godzilla media releases, including films and games, periodically reignite interest in the character, providing fresh material for pun creators to work with. Classic Godzilla Puns That Never Get Old Looking for some monster-sized laughs? These timeless Godzilla puns have been delighting fans for years with their clever wordplay and kaiju charm. “Why was Godzilla always broke?” He had a scale issue, leaving him dino-sore! “Why did Godzilla refuse to fight King Kong?” He wanted to avoid any monkey business. “Why don’t people mess with Godzilla?” He’s always the main attraction wherever he goes. “What’s Godzilla’s favorite dessert?” A human-nana split, served with a roar of approval. Size-Related Jokes That Always Land Godzilla’s massive proportions make for some truly gigantic laughs that tower over ordinary jokes. “Why did Godzilla bring a ladder?” To scale things up when regular buildings weren’t tall enough. “Why doesn’t Godzilla play hide and seek?” He always stands out no matter where he tries to hide. “What’s Godzilla’s favorite dance?” The dino-stomp, crushing the competition on every dance floor. “Why did Godzilla open a restaurant?” To serve rawr talent on a platter that’s bigger than Tokyo. Destruction-Themed Wordplay These demolition-inspired puns capture Godzilla’s city-crushing tendencies with destructively funny results. “Why did Godzilla fail his driving test?” His monstrous road rage scared even the toughest instructors. “What’s Godzilla’s favorite sport?” Squash—both the game and what happens to buildings in his path. “How does Godzilla answer the phone?” “Roar you doing?” in a tone that shatters eardrums. “What’s Godzilla’s favorite idiom?” “There’s no use crying over spilled cities” after a rampage. “Why did Godzilla start a band?” He had a monstrous roar that needed a proper audience. Godzilla Puns Perfect For Any Social Situation Looking to add some monster-sized humor to your conversations? We’ve gathered the best Godzilla puns that work brilliantly in any social setting, from professional environments to casual get-togethers. Office-Appropriate Monster Humor Need some workplace-friendly Godzilla jokes? These puns are perfect for lightening the mood without crossing any professional boundaries: Make a good first impression by noting how “Godzilla really knows how to make a monstrous impression” in your next meeting. Celebrate team achievements by declaring them a “crushing success” just like when Godzilla walks into a room. Tackle major challenges head-on by reminding colleagues that “Godzilla doesn’t have time for tiny problems—only big ones!” Brighten morning meetings with the observation that “Godzilla’s a real fire breather in the morning” before that first cup of coffee. Godzilla Ice Breakers For Parties Break the ice at your next social gathering with these conversation-starting Godzilla puns: Ask friends about “Godzilla’s favorite season” and deliver the punchline: “Crush-mas!” Describe a dramatic party entrance by explaining “how Godzilla makes an entrance: with a tail flip and a stomp.” Discuss coffee preferences by sharing “how Godzilla likes his coffee: Monster-sized with extra stomp.” Share Godzilla’s shopping philosophy: “I’m just here for some big deals.” Explain Godzilla’s sporting challenges with “Why was Godzilla bad at golf? He kept stomping on the green.” These puns also work wonderfully alongside classics like “I can’t believe it’s not Godzilla!” or the inspirational “Godzilla is just a big lizard with big dreams!” For maximum impact, deliver these with confidence and follow up with “The stomp that shakes the industry” – Godzilla’s signature move that gets laughs every time. Godzilla Puns That Will Impress Even The Biggest Fans Classic Tom Swifties Tom Swifties are adverbial puns where the quote is linked to the adverb in a humorous way, and Godzilla makes for perfect material. “I’m feeling monstrous,” said Godzilla. “I’m really hungry,” said Godzilla, devouring a city. “I love the ocean,” said Godzilla, making waves. Deep-Cut References Only True Fans Will Get True Godzilla enthusiasts will appreciate these specialized puns that reference kaiju culture. Why did Godzilla start a band? Because he’s got “monster” talent. What’s Godzilla’s favorite type of party? A Kaiju bash. These references tap into the deeper lore and terminology that dedicated fans have come to love throughout the franchise’s history. Modern Takes On The King Of Monsters Today’s Godzilla humor blends classic monster tropes with contemporary wit. Why did Godzilla start lifting weights? To build some monster muscle. How does Godzilla keep in touch with friends? He sends “roar-mail.” Why did Godzilla bring a pillow to the city? Because even monsters need ‘roar’sful naps. Fans also enjoy asking why Godzilla crossed the ocean, with the answer being simply “to get to the big city.” Godzilla’s reactions provide another source of comedic gold. What did Godzilla say after he knocked down a building? “Oops, my bad!” His dating life isn’t spared either – why did Godzilla go to the pet store? To find a new ‘roar’mate. How To Craft Your Own Godzilla Puns Creating your own Godzilla puns is easier than toppling a Tokyo skyscraper! We’ve assembled these monster-sized tips to help you develop puns that will have everyone roaring with laughter. To create effective Godzilla puns, start by identifying the monster’s key traits like size, strength, roar, and destruction abilities. Play with common expressions by modifying them to include Godzilla terms—try phrases like “Godzilla-sized problems” or “roaring success.” Developing short, humorous narratives that place Godzilla in everyday situations creates unexpected comedy that resonates with listeners. Elements That Make Monster Puns Work Relatability forms the foundation of any great Godzilla pun. Your joke should connect to something familiar that audiences immediately recognize, creating common ground for the humor to land. Unexpected twists deliver the punchline impact that makes monster puns memorable. The surprise element catches listeners off guard when you pivot from an ordinary setup to a Godzilla-themed conclusion. Visual imagery enhances your puns by painting a mental picture. Describing Godzilla attempting everyday activities—like trying to use a smartphone with massive claws—creates vivid scenes that amplify the humor. Common Wordplay Techniques For Kaiju Jokes Double meaning techniques leverage words with multiple interpretations. Use terms like “scale” to reference both Godzilla’s reptilian features and measuring systems, or “roar” for both his signature sound and expressions of enthusiasm. Name-based puns play directly with “Godzilla” or related terms like “Kaiju.” Phrases like “Godz-willing” or “Kaiju-later” incorporate the monster’s identity directly into the wordplay. Misdirection works by establishing expectations before delivering an unexpected Godzilla-related conclusion. Start with a conventional setup that seemingly heads in one direction before surprising your audience with a monster-themed punchline. Stereotype subversion turns traditional perceptions of Godzilla upside down. Portraying the typically destructive monster as delicate, polite, or facing mundane problems creates humor through contrast—like Godzilla getting kicked out of the library for being too loud during reading time. The Best Godzilla Puns From Movies And Pop Culture Godzilla puns have stomped their way through pop culture, leaving fans roaring with laughter at their clever wordplay. These monster-sized jokes often focus on destruction, size, and iconic movie tropes that have made the King of Monsters a beloved figure in entertainment. We’ve gathered some of the most crushing examples from across media and fan communities. Destruction-Themed Classics Destruction humor forms the foundation of many popular Godzilla puns. “Why was Godzilla always broke? He kept crushing his savings” perfectly captures both his destructive nature and financial woes. Fans particularly enjoy these jokes because they playfully reference the kaiju’s trademark city-leveling abilities. Another favorite is “What’s Godzilla’s favorite movie? Disaster flicks!” which cleverly connects his on-screen destruction with film genres. Food and Beverage Gags Monster-sized appetite jokes are immensely popular in Godzilla pun collections. “How does Godzilla like his coffee? Monster-sized with extra stomp” combines his enormous scale with everyday scenarios we can all relate to. These food-based puns have become viral sensations on humor sites like Punsify and Joke & Pun. Tokyo-themed restaurant jokes also feature prominently, with puns like “Let’s Tokyo” serving as Godzilla’s pre-dinner catchphrase. Career and Education Humor Career parodies offer another rich vein of Godzilla-themed comedy. “Why did Godzilla become a chef? He wanted to ‘stir up’ trouble” mocks his unpredictable nature while placing him in an unlikely professional setting. Educational humor follows similar patterns with jokes like “Why did Godzilla go to school? To get a higher education in destruction!” These puns work by contrasting Godzilla’s monstrous qualities with ordinary human activities. Relationship and Social Interactions Relationship jokes add a surprising dimension to Godzilla humor. “Why did Godzilla break up with his girlfriend? She said he was too monstrous!” plays on the double meaning of being a literal monster and having difficult personality traits. Social interaction puns often employ anthropomorphism, such as “How does Godzilla answer the phone? ‘Roar you doing?'” which transforms his iconic roar into conversational wordplay. Communication Wordplay Wordplay involving “rawr” and “roar” creates a recurring motif in Godzilla puns. Fans have embraced terms like “roar-mail” as Godzilla’s outdated communication method. These communication-based jokes highlight the contrast between the technologically challenged monster and modern connectivity. The puns thrive on exaggeration and the absurdity of imagining a giant reptile handling everyday communication challenges. These puns continue to captivate audiences across social media platforms, humor websites, and fan gatherings, proving that even after decades on screen, Godzilla’s comedic potential remains as towering as the monster himself. Conclusion: Why We’ll Never Stop Loving Godzilla Puns Godzilla puns have stomped their way into our hearts with their perfect blend of monster-sized humor and clever wordplay. They’ve become more than just jokes – they’re a way for fans to connect with this beloved character across generations. Whether you’re sharing them at the office crushing it with “monster” presentations or roaring with laughter at a party we hope these puns have inspired you to create your own Godzilla-themed humor. The enduring appeal of these puns shows just how deeply Godzilla has embedded himself in our cultural industry. From classic wordplay to modern twists these jokes prove that when it comes to monster-sized humor Godzilla truly stands tall above the rest. Frequently Asked Questions Why are Godzilla puns so popular on the internet? Godzilla puns thrive online due to the character’s cultural relevance, recognizable imagery, and the perfect contrast between his destructive nature and lighthearted wordplay. Social media platforms like TikTok and Twitter amplify these trends, while algorithms favor this shareable content. New Godzilla media releases periodically reignite interest, providing fresh material for pun creators. What makes a good Godzilla pun? A good Godzilla pun typically plays on the monster’s key traits (size, destruction, roaring), creates relatable situations, and uses visual imagery. Effective techniques include leveraging double meanings, name-based wordplay (kaiju, monster), misdirection, and subverting stereotypes. The best puns balance cleverness with accessibility for both casual and dedicated fans. Can Godzilla puns be appropriate for professional settings? Yes! Office-appropriate Godzilla puns focus on work themes rather than destruction, like “Godzilla really knows how to make a monstrous impression” or “Godzilla doesn’t have time for tiny problems—only big ones!” These lighthearted jokes can serve as icebreakers without being inappropriate for professional environments. What are some classic Godzilla puns that have stood the test of time? Timeless Godzilla puns include “Why was Godzilla always broke? He had a scale issue, leaving him dino-sore!” and “Why did Godzilla refuse to fight King Kong? He wanted to avoid any monkey business.” Size jokes like “Why did Godzilla bring a ladder? To scale things up” remain popular decades after their creation. How can I create my own Godzilla puns? Start by identifying Godzilla’s distinctive traits (enormous size, destructive nature, reptilian features). Next, look for wordplay opportunities using monster-related terms or Godzilla’s characteristics. Create relatable scenarios with unexpected twists, and don’t be afraid to use visual imagery. Practice with common techniques like double meanings and name-based puns. What themes do most Godzilla puns follow? Most Godzilla puns revolve around destruction (“He keeps crushing his savings”), size (“He’s Lizard-ly enormous”), communication (“roar-mail” instead of email), food (“Let’s Tokyo” before dinner), and modern technology contrasts. These themes play on the fundamental absurdity of a giant monster dealing with everyday situations. Are there Godzilla puns from the movies themselves? While the official Godzilla movies typically maintain a serious tone, the promotional materials and fan communities have created numerous puns inspired by famous scenes and quotes. Pop culture references to Godzilla often incorporate wordplay that has become part of the broader monster movie lexicon. What makes Godzilla such good material for wordplay? Godzilla offers rich pun potential due to his distinctive traits, cultural longevity, and strong visual identity. The contrast between his monstrous nature and mundane situations creates inherent humor. Additionally, terms like “monster,” “kaiju,” and “scale” offer multiple meanings that clever wordsmiths can exploit for comedic effect. How have Godzilla puns evolved over time? Early Godzilla puns focused primarily on destruction and size, while modern takes incorporate contemporary references like smartphones, social media, and current events. Today’s puns often blend classic tropes with internet humor, creating a mix of nostalgic elements and fresh perspectives that appeal to multiple generations of fans. What are some Godzilla puns that only true fans would understand? Deep-cut Godzilla puns reference specific movies, lesser-known monsters, or plot details from the franchise’s long history. Examples include jokes about Mothra’s fashion sense, Mechagodzilla’s maintenance issues, or specific battle locations. These “insider” puns create a sense of community among dedicated fans who appreciate the more obscure references. https://lolpuns.com/?p=1783 LOL Puns

[dadjokestop]

Ready to stomp into some prehistoric laughs? Dinosaur jokes never go extinct—they just keep getting better with age! Whether you’re a fan of the mighty T-Rex or just love a good dino pun, these jokes are sure to tickle your funny bone. Let’s travel back in time and enjoy 20 dinosaur jokes that are sure to roar with laughter! 1. Why can’t you hear a pterodactyl go to the bathroom? Because the “P” is silent! 2. What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary? A thesaurus! 3. Why did the dinosaur cross the road? Because the chicken wasn’t born yet! 4. What do you get when a dinosaur scores a goal? A dino-score! 5. How do you invite a dinosaur to a party? You ask, “Do you want to have a roaring good time?” 6. Why do dinosaurs make bad pets? Because they’re always causing a Jurassic problem! 7. What’s a dinosaur’s favorite brand of clothing? T-Rex-tile! 8. How does a dinosaur pay bills? With Tyrannosaurus checks! 9. What do you call a sleeping dinosaur? A dino-snore! 10. Why did the dinosaur bring string to the museum? To tie up the loose ends! 11. What do you call a dinosaur who loves to sing? A rap-tor! 12. How do you know if there’s a dinosaur in your refrigerator? The door won’t close! 13. What do dinosaurs use to decorate their homes? Reptiles! 14. Why did the T-Rex break up with his girlfriend? Because she found him extinct! 15. What do you call a dinosaur who can’t stop telling jokes? A dino-bore! 16. Why was the dinosaur so good at volleyball? Because he had a killer spike! 17. What did the dinosaur use to cut his hair? A pair of dino-shears! 18. How do dinosaurs clean their teeth? With a dino-floss-aur! 19. Why did the dinosaur go to school? To become a tyranno-smart-us! 20. What’s a dinosaur’s favorite instrument? The trombone-asaurus! There you have it—20 dinosaur jokes that are sure to leave you roaring with laughter! Whether you’re a dino enthusiast or just love a good pun, these jokes are the perfect way to add some prehistoric humor to your day. So, share them with friends, family, or even a fellow dinosaur lover, and let the laughs echo through the ages!

[dreamcatchers-husband]

TSR Pt 2

Male Reader X Dreamcatcher Jiu

Length: 1800 +

Tags: Creampie. Mommy kink

PT 1

A/N= highly unedited quickie so sorry for typos

New York City. The place of many people's dreams when they imagine coming to the states. Walking around the bustling city was almost overwhelming but the laughter from your friends running around brought you back to your sense of happiness. 

“Oppa?” 

“What’s up Gahyeon?” 

“Can you buy me this shirt?” 

“Gahyeon, you have your own money.” 

“I know but can you please just buy it for me?” 

A familiar sight unfolds before you as Gahyeon hits you with her puppy eyes. Gahyeon being the maknae always asks for things from her members and you. 

“OPPA!!!!” 

Gahyeon raised her voice a bit as her feet began to stomp on the floor. Fellow tourists began to stare at all of you as Gahyeon made more noise. 

“Daesung just buy it for her already. We have to get ready for the sound check in an hour.” 

Jiu at the time reminded you about your job to get them to the venue on time. 

“Ok fine. Such a little brat you are Gahyeon.” 

A small smirk appears on Gahyeon’s face as she hugs you, bringing her mouth close to your ear. 

“Well when you have time, you should fuck the brat out of me.” 

Your dick twitches at the thought of plowing into Gahyeon but you don’t have time. Pulling out your credit card, yoy pay a ridiculous amount for one shirt and begin to walk back to the hotel with the girls. Being close to Times Square was helpful as the walk back was barely even three minutes. 

Entering the lobby, you all make it to the elevator and jump in the first Available car. The ride up was short as you all hopped off at the ninth floor. 

“Ok! All of you get ready and do what you need to do. I will meet you all at this elevator in 45 minutes, got it?” 

“YES MANAGER-NIM!” 

At that time the girls all began to run to their rooms leaving you alone. 

“Guess they really wanted to shower or something.” 

Following the girl's example you make your way to your hotel room and enter. You are lucky enough to get your own room, so all of your things are thrown all over the place. Taking off your clothes, you jump into the shower and take a quick one to be refreshed before the concert. 

After your short shower, you went to the drawers and pulled out soak clothes and threw them on and laid on the bed. There was still 30 minutes left until you needed to see the girls so you filled the time with a usual pastime for people, playing on your phone. 

After another failed win on mobile apex, a knock can be heard on your door as you look at that time and see there is a minute before you need to meet the girls. Standing up, you made your way over to the front door and opened it seeing Dami. 

“I figured you would still be in your room. Come on, we got a show to give.” 

With your shoes right next to the door you managed to put them on and walk over to the elevator where the other members were just arriving.

“Let’s go!” 

With those words you all made your way down in the elevator to the van that was waiting for the eight of you. You honestly didn’t even have time to get comfortable in the van as you quickly arrived at the venue in two minutes. It’s just safer to show up una. Van there to not get mobbed by the fans waiting near the venue already. 

As the doors opened the roar from the fans filled your ears as each member stepped out one by one. As you finally step out of the van some screams are directed towards you. 

“Daesung oppa you are so hot!” 

Laughter is the only thing that leaves your mouth as you hear that. Walking with the girls the screams continue even as you make your way into the venue. 

As you make it to the lower levels the staff working at the event direct all of you to the girls dressing rooms. Entering that room you can see the chaos all around as make-up artists and stylists are all getting things ready for the Dreamcatcher girls. 

“Ok ladies get ready I’ll just sit here till you are ready.” 

Sitting down in a chair the girls all sat down in the other seats in front of the mirrors as they began to get their makeup done. As the make-up process can always take a bit, you closed your eyes and quickly found yourself in dream land.

A quick shake to the body woke you up as the girls had their makeup done. 

“Sound check oppa.” 

“Thanks yooh.” 

Following behind them you follow to the side of the stage as people were running all around getting ready for the sound check. As the girls put on their mics they made their way out to the stage, bowed and commenced the check. It was a quick 15 mins as the girls came off the stage and walked back to the dressing room. 

With a few hours left the dreamcatcher all began to sit around and do random things to pass the time as it slowly got made it to two hours before show time. Jiu at that time stood up and made her way over to a separate room and closed the door. You were honestly a bit curious at what she was doing but decided not to bother her. 

As you continued to pass the time talking to the girls and such you heard the slight squeak from the door and saw Jiu pop her head out. 

“Daesung can you come over here please?” 

“Oh yeah sure.” 

Wanting to make sure Jiu was ok before the concert you walked over to the room and walked in as the door closed behind you. At that time you notice that some of the other outfits from future shows were in the room. 

As you were looking around the room you notice Jiu standing in a corner all dressed up for the concert already. Jiu was always a sweet girl and dressed modestly, but this outfit was provocative. A sports bra on top with a mesh covering over it. 

“Wow. You look amazing noona.” 

“Thank you. I’m sure the fans will go crazy when they see me in this outfit but I’m gonna be honest. I wanted to see how you would feel.”

Almost like a lion approaching its prey, Jiu began to get closer and closer to you until you could feel each other’s breaths. Your body jolts as you feel a hand grab your clothed member. 

“Oh looks like you feel hard. I should help you with that. 

Dropping to her knees, jiu quickly pulls down your pants exposing your hard shaft. 

“Let’s just get you ready for my pussy quickly.” 

You didn’t even have Time to respond as Jiu’s lips wrapped around your cock. Back and forth Minji brought her mouth on your rod, getting it wet for her hole. A minute passes as Jiu stands up and pulls down her sweatpants. Taking a position in front of a mirror you ran up behind her lining yourself up with her folds. 

“We don’t have much time before they all need to starts changing so hurry up and fuck mommy.” 

You didn’t need to be told twice as you shoved your length into her cavern. A grunt left your mouth as well as Jiu’s. Grabbing a hold of her hips, you began to enter and exit her snatch slowly building up speed. You don’t have much time to enjoy so you have only one mission in mind, the two of you reaching your orgasm. 

As you speed build up you hear moans leave Minji’s mouth as you bring your hand around her waist and reach down for her clit. Having had sex very often with Jiu you knew exactly where to find her nub and how to touch it. As you touch her clit you feel Jiu shake a bit from the stimulation.

“That’s Right sweetie. Rub mommy’s clit. Make me cum and you get to cum.” 

Moving your fingers clockwise you begin to move faster and faster as you feel Jiu’s walls begin to constrict around your wall. Jiu has always been a bit easy to please and moments where the two of you have a quickie, that comes in handy. 

Moans and screams begin to leave Jiu’s mouth as you continued to fuck her as her orgasm aproached.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum sweetie!” 

Hearing those words let you know to continue fucking her exactly the same as with one final thrust into her pussy, a rush of fluids hit your legs. Jiu begins to shake all over as you help hold her up as she comes down from her peak. 

A minute passes as Minji finally looks back up and smiles at you in the mirror. 

“Fuck that was good, but you need to cum as well.” 

Without warning Jiu began to move her own hips, stimulating your cock once again. Normally you would try to last longer, but as said before you need to hurry up. Helping Jiu you continued to move faster and faster as you felt a knot in your stomach approaching. 

“Hey sweetie. You know me and you are both getting older. I’m thinking it’s time I have a baby of my own so shoot the load into my pussy. Let’s have one.” 

Those words nearly drove you mad as you moved as fast as possible, happy to comply with Jiu’s request. A few more seconds pass as you finally recognize your peak arriving. 

“FUCK MOMMY, IM CUMMING.” 

With one final thrust you shot your load deep into her pussy. For some reason knowing that you are trying to get Jiu pregnant you continued to somehow keep shooting your seed deep into her cavern until you finished. Pants are all that are heard in the room as you pull out of her walls. 

As Jiu turns around you are met with her lips on your own. The kiss is intense but quick as you pull back from her lips. The smile on Jiu’s face made you happy. 

“Ok let’s get changed.”

With a nod Jiu pulled up her pants as you did the same. Walking towards the door you open it and walk out with Jiu and see all the members staring at you two. 

“You really couldn’t wait a bit to tail your girlfriend?” 

“Ok I don’t want to hear it from you Yoohyeon. You have literally pulled the same shit with me before.” 

A small blush appears on Yoohyeon’s face as you all laugh. 

“Don’t worry you will all get your turn on this tour.” 

A smirk appeared on all of their faces as they all stood up to get changed. Let’s see who you will end up fucking in the next stop. 

[sleepy-exe]

Mechanic AU - 12

Kyoutani x f!reader

<< Part 11 | Part 13 >>

Summary: You feel a little off, a little lonely too. Kyoutani is down bad for you.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings/Genre: nsfw, 18+/mdni, slow burn, straight up smut, dry humping, fingering, oral m.receiving, mental health/illness/mania, FWB

a/n: don’t look at me

Part 12: Strange Nights

The shop is so busy you completely missed that your phone was ringing. It’s possible that you missed the call while things in the garage were super loud; which has been most of the day. Daichi made plenty of noise pulling a transmission, Tanaka and Nishinoya always find ways to be loud, and you’ve been having a time with head gaskets on this Legacy. So if it wasn’t the noise level at work today, it might have been that you were too busy and aggravated to notice your phone ringing on your tool box.

You love Subaru’s through and through, but some things really suck to work on. Doing head gaskets on the flat four is one of those things.

On top of that, you’ve been feeling a little off. You feel pent up and easily agitated, like you’re being held down against your will. The overly loud environment today isn’t helping, and neither is this damn Subaru.

Dropping a few tools again, you push away from the car with a frustrated growl and stomp off to grab your phone and head to break, not bothering to pick up the tools for now.

That’s when you notice the missed call from the dealership that currently has your Subaru. You mutter an insult at the car manufacturer before hitting play on the voicemail. Listening to a male voice speak through your phone, you begin to scowl. They were calling to tell you what is wrong with your car, and it’s not what you assumed to be true. They confirm that your blend door actuator is indeed malfunctioning, but that your radiator fans are fine and that the blend door is the only problem.

With a huff you consider that maybe you were wrong. You only gave your car a quick look over. It’s possible that you misdiagnosed it. At the end of the voicemail, they ask for you to call back to give them permission to continue with the service. So you give them a call to let them know they can continue with the service before you dig into your bento that Satori was kind enough to make for you.

The bubbly yet heavy feeling in your chest doesn’t go away after lunch. It doesn’t go away for the rest of your shift, but you continue on, eager to finish up your work orders to line up with Nishinoya’s so you don’t have to wait around for each other.

You two work the same schedule today and he volunteered to drop you off to pick up your car after work thanks to Tanaka bringing the situation to his attention and more or less asking him to do this for you.

Noya’s pickup truck makes some interesting noises on your way to the dealership. You hold on to the seat and door as if that’s going to do anything to help you if his truck calls it quits on your ride. You decided not to point out the obvious to the fellow mechanic. Surely he knows his truck better than anyone. Right?

He drops you off and you wish him luck on the drive home with a giggle and a grimace. You quickly head in to pay your bill and get your keys so you can have your baby back.

The dealership only had your car for two days between figuring out what was wrong, waiting on parts, and fixing the problem. For you though, that was two days too long.

You make it home without the previous problem; your A/C works just fine now. Great!

After a shower, you get ready for the night. Last minute plans to go out and get some of this pent up energy out.

Twirling in front of your full length mirror, you inspect your outfit. The fitted top, the short skirt, the thigh highs. Just a few more accessories and you’ll look truly irresistible. A perfect fit for a night out. Where will you go? Maybe a friend or two will tag along.

Facing your bed, you look over the duvet and pillows. You actually made your bed for once. So cozy and inviting. You hop onto it and spread out across one side, sighing when your back meets the soft material. Your car isn’t your only happy place.

You look to your right at the empty space beside you. All this room for just one person. It just doesn’t seem right. Your bright mood begins to fade. Sometimes it really can be lonely. Not having someone to call your own, no one to truly understand you. Understand your deepest thoughts and accept you for who you are. Not just as some pretty face that makes her friends laugh and likes to roll around on dirty concrete under cars.

But fuck it. You do you. You can do anything you want and have the freedom to do so. No one to hold you back or try to tell you how to live your life. You do feel free and ready to do anything, get anything you want.

Glancing beside you again, you pick up your phone. You can do what you want. And what you want right now is someone here beside you.

Being in your bedroom is nothing new. Your bedroom, living room, kitchen; anywhere besides Tendou’s room is fair territory for your guests. Sitting on your bed isn’t anything new and sharing personal space isn’t out of the ordinary either. So when you step up to Kyoutani and place your hands on his shoulders while he sits on the edge of your bed, it isn’t exactly weird.

No, it’s when you lean in close enough for your nose to brush his ear, sliding a hand down his chest as you move to hover over his lap as you whisper, “Mind if I..?”

That’s what catches him off guard, and when you drag your nose back to his with lust in your eyes, he catches your lips in a passionate kiss. Hands grip your waist tenderly, granting you permission to fully straddle him. He moans into your mouth when you pull him closer and deepen the kiss. Any thought of this being forbidden shatters away completely and his fingers slip under your shirt to trace up your sides and over your bra.

He breaks the kiss to search your eyes. The blush in his cheeks makes you grin like an idiot. “You sure about this?”

“Yes.” You roll your hips just to drive in your answer, but the deep groan it pulls from his lips sparks a fire in you. The concern for you, the way he’s so gentle, the desire dripping from him like honey, so sweet you’re dying to get a taste. It’s all enticing on another level. “You too?”

“Yeah.” One hand kneads the flesh under his palm while the other dips down to your hip, aiding your rhythm as you rut against him.

“Mm, fuck,” you gasp at the added friction, only thin cloth separating you and his denim covered cock. Your head dips to his shoulder, needy whimpers filling the room, grinding down more, wanting more. You’re dying to ride him, feel how perfectly he fills you up again, and you have every intention of doing so.

A gutteral sound catches in his throat and the warm hand over your breast moves to your other hip as well and he meets your movements with his own. You feel drunk but no drinks are in your system this time and you can’t help the added excitement in that.

“Kyou, please,” you raise your head just long enough to make the desperate request before diving your teeth into his neck, leaving nips and sloppy kisses all along the side.

He shutters and leans his head against yours, “You know how hard it is to tell you no?”

Lust filled mind and the heat in your core, the words hardly register as anything more than ‘yes’ and you frantically unbutton his shirt, mouthing at his collarbone and throat. His hand slides down your thigh, giving it a squeeze before slipping between your legs, making your breath hitch the second it makes contact with your soaked panties.

He groans through the kisses he leaves in your hair with your head still tucked away, muffling your own moans and whimpers. Tugging the wet fabric out of the way to get better access to where you need him most. Sinking a digit into your core, and another after you shutter in his arms, digging your nails into his back as if he’s going anywhere. And that’s it, there’s nothing more he wants than to get you off right here and now. To have you creaming around his fingers while you sit in his lap, holding on to him, holding him close. Burying yourself against him as he buries himself in you.

He moans with you as the saccharine sounds pour from you with every thrust of his fingers, tracing all the right spots. Every movement that has you writhing in his hold, and him twitching in his jeans. He loves to see you like this, completely unhinged in pleasure. He wasn’t so sure he’d get to see you like this again. That last time would be the only time.

“Kyou!”

If this is the last time, then so be it.

“Kyou, please! Please please please!” Between your lewd cries in his ear and clenching cunt around his fingers, you are driving him absolutely mad.

So mad that when you come undone, he could nearly fall apart himself. The way you’re bucking against him, muffling your erotic moans into the curve of his neck. The way your nails dig into him hard enough to leave marks left for the guys to tease him over the next time he’s in the locker room. The fucked out way you continue to call his name. He can hardly take it.

“Shit.” Just as you’re coming down from your high, he’s wrapping both arms around you and pulling you up, jolting your body and mind.

You groan at the sudden interruption. “What?”

Between the death grip around you, the rapid, unsteady breathing, and the face buried in your neck, you return to reality quickly. You drag your fingers through his hair just how you know he likes it. Softer, you ask again, “What, baby?”

He mumbles against your skin, easing you back into his lap, “You’re so fuckin’ hot.”

The roughness of his jeans against your sensitive cunt is less than pleasant, but easily ignored with the throbbing hard cock twitching beneath you.

Mm. You bite your lip at the thought of repaying him.

Nuzzling your nose into his hair, you reach behind you to gently tug yourself free from his arms. He makes no complaints, happily accepting a kiss before you pull away to ungracefully step down from the bed. Kneeling on the floor as you start to make work of his pants only for him to take over and spring himself free.

“Oh, fuck.” The reaction is instant the second your soft lips are around him. His shallow breathing, strangled curses, and needy moans are more than enough to spur you on.

If logic and reason was present, you would be cursing yourself for the lack of restraint. For giving in to such desires, acting out this fantasy of yours with the one man you told yourself not to. But luckily the very concept of self reservation is long out the door. The only thing of your concern is what you want here and now, and Kyoutani is the only thing you have locked in your mind.

“You- Fuck,” he’s words fail as you take him in deeper.

You stop briefly enough to get a teasing word out, “Rude.”

Then take him back into your warm mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck, looking up at him even if he barely keeps his eyes open. His head tilted back with his face contorted in pleasure.

He pants through his words, “You ruin me.”

The plan was to ride him. You were just dying to sit on his cock, to take the lead this time. Gentle and sensual sex is immaculate with him, he’s quickly proven that. How he can take you. But how can you make him wild? How dirty can he get? While the scene before you is hot, the idea hasn’t left you.

You flick and curl your tongue, to see what he responds to best before you pull off him again to share your thoughts. “Hey, I-“

“Please don’t stop,” he begs, legs quivering on either side of you. Begs. The Kyoutani, nearly six feet tall and built to match with an intimidating demeanor that most steer clear of. And it holds you captive.

Fuck whatever you were going to say. “Okay.”

You attempt to recreate the pattern that got him so close until he’s digging a hand into your hair and bracing himself with the other.

The arm holding him up buckles and he falls backward, pressing the flesh of his hand between his teeth, thighs spasming under your hold. Part of you wants to keep him like this. So vulnerable and pliant, so reactive to your touch. So under your control. But you don’t even know if he’s into being edged, and you wouldn’t want to risk completely ruining his orgasm when you want to treat him for being so good to you.

Because he is so good to you.

So instead of holding him at the edge of ecstasy, you don’t stop, don’t slow down. Just keeping the rhythm that gets his breathing more erratic by the second while you watch etched muscle flex beneath his skin. Only taking him deeper when you feel him come, swallowing him down while you clench your hands around his legs in an attempt to anchor the athlete.

Pulling off him for air when his high begins to fade, you catch your breath with a couple of coughs sneaking through.

Gentle hands cup your cheeks like they're made of glass, “You okay, baby?”

“Heh-mm, yeah. Never better.” You wipe your lips with a thumb. This is better than being alone. So much better. Maybe he’ll stay all night if you ask nicely.

“Shit.” He falls back again with a sigh. “Ah. Damn you’re amazing.”

On wobbly legs you stand and adjust your skirt and top. A fleeting desire to climb over to those abs on display by his open button-up, or into his lap again, makes you bite your lip and press your thighs together.

Kyoutani opens his eyes, pulling himself from his chemical daze. Putting himself back into his pants, he sits up once more, pulling you in to kiss you sweetly. “So, what do you say, food, bath, stay in bed?”

You smirk, pressing a knee between his legs on the bed. Your slick is covering his jeans - you’re going to have to find him something to wear if he ever hopes to leave. “Or maybe another round, hm?”

With a playful scoff, he teases, “Not enough, huh?”

“Am I too much for you, Kyoutani Kentarou?”

“Eh, sometimes.” He smiles at your playful smack to his arm. Bringing a hand to the small of your back, he nuzzles your chest and murmurs, “Not that I’m complaining.”

You hum, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “So, what about snacks and a bath later?”

“Snacks in the bath?” He counters, gazing up into your eyes.

Your hands slip under this open shirt, lightly caressing defined muscle. “Hmm. Bubble bath?”

“I would love a bubble bath.”

“Hm. Bad news though.” Your eyes meet his warm ones as you push the fabric off his shoulders until he’s pulling his arms out of the sleeves.

“What?” Do his eyes ever leave yours? So engrossed like it’s impossible to look elsewhere.

“I just have a shower.”

“Ah. Right.” He leaves a peck on your collar, sweet and innocent as if just a minute ago he didn’t come down your throat. “Shower and snacks then?”

“Not the same.”

“You’re right.” Hooking an arm around you, he pulls you onto the bed and rolls over with you. Caging you beneath him, his necklaces dangle over your own neck. The genuine smile he’s wearing is heartwarming.

“So, can I just be honest for a second?”

He searches your face at the question. “Sure.”

“I wasn’t lying about that round two.” He rolls his eyes with a low groan, clearly expecting some romantic or serious words to fall from your mouth. “Hmm?”

“Hm.” He leaves a chaste peck on your lips, brushing noses with you before going in for a deeper kiss.

Fingers tangle into his hair as you pull him closer, as if he would pull away. Captured in your grasp and kiss, you whisper words of admiration between kisses until he’s doing the same.

You trail kisses to his ear. Nipping softly around the studs and rings, careful not to stab yourself or pull his earrings, you purr in his ear. “Let me on top~”

You bite the sensitive skin below his ear, drawing a soft whimper from the man above you. Pulling your top up, you add, “And let's lose these, yeah?”

Instantly, you’re topless and he’s making quick work of your skirt and panties before losing his clothes as well. When you start to wiggle down to the edge of the bed, he digs his fingers into your thighs, thumbing at where your thighs spill out the top of your socks.

“The thigh highs stay on during sex,” you joke.

“Yeah, they fucking do,” his grip tightens and he pulls you closer to him.

Kyoutani is laying in your bed, resting soundlessly as he plays with your hair. The duvet is barely holding on, only a corner of it left on the bed. You lay half draped over Kyou, drawing shapes on his bare chest, both of you sweaty and gross, but neither of you care.

“Does that mean this could happen again?” His breath tickles your hairline. Fingers drag up and down your side.

“Ten out of ten, would ride again,” you say, still delirious from your fun.

He laughs. It rumbles deep in his chest, making you sit up a little.

It doesn’t just jar your head, but your thoughts. Many, many thoughts. Like how amazing this has been mixed with how you told yourself this wouldn’t happen again. You didn’t want to sleep with him again.

No, you did. You just didn’t want to admit it. You were supposed to break the habit of sleeping with your friends when you’re-

Damnit.

You curl back into his side, hiding your face from view. “Is this gonna make things weird? I don’t wanna risk what we have..”

Kyou tilts his head, trying to get a better look at your face. “I remember our conversation about last time. I know you were afraid what happened would ruin things.” He nudges your head gently in an attempt to get you to look at him. “But I don’t think it did any harm last time. Other than maybe you worrying over nothing.”

You do look at him, but only to pout.

He half shrugs from where he's at. “I’m just saying. We’ll be okay after this.”

“What about next time?” You bite your lip. That slipped out without warning.

“..Hm? I thought you were just joking.”

“Yes and no. Was tryin’ to be funny, but at the same time I wasn’t kidding. Your game is,” you click your tongue with a wink just to frown after. “But no, really, I would like to think that we’re.. good friends that just so happen to be sexually compatible.”

“So what, you’re gonna use me as a booty call?” There’s humor laced in his question.

You smirk, finding his reaction to your words both calming and entertaining. “Worked last time, didn’t it? And this time?”

He scoffs. “Didn’t think it was this time. 3am and 3pm invites don’t have the same connotation.”

“It was later than 3pm.”

He ignores your correction and wraps his arms around you. “So then.. Another round or should we get cleaned up?”

“Well.. Are you sleeping here tonight?”

“I can,” he brings one of your hands to his lips, softly mouthing at your fingertips, “Is that what you want?”

“Good.” A shiver goes down your spine at the contact of his lips and teeth, nibbles placed on your fingers between kisses. “We can worry about cleaning up before we go to sleep then.”

“Then does that mean..“

“Fuck yes.”

Part 13 >>

[thekatebridgerton]

Apparently B&B were contacted by Netflix and they turned down a deal with them, and I don’t know what it consisted of but for once I actually side with Netflix.

Like as someone who writes fan fiction if someone took my idea for example and plagiarized it I wouldn’t be happy, not to mention if they gained something from it like followers or whatever.

And so when I see someone like Julia Quinn who is the one truly loosing out on the right to HER property I completely can’t stand it. Like I know for a fact unless a series gets super duper popular you don’t make as much money it costs to make (like really the effort it takes is priceless) and I doubt if shonda ever read it it would have ever become popular or made into a series as huge as this. Like the cost to make a book is so expensive overtime and now for someone to disregard and disrespect her creative right plus the time on top of her blood sweat and tears? I just don’t get how you can stomp like that all over a fellow creative person like that.

I watched them make this musical from the beginning and I just don’t get why they’re doing this? It’s basically on my end just themselves thinking they’re entitled.

Combining two replies for this ask too

Here's the thing about licenses, we don't know how much of the proceeds Netflix requested during the offer. That might have led to B&B turning it down. I mean it's still a jerk move but we can only speculate.

but let's use the license deal for Ariana Grande's '7 rings' song as an example and note, I'm only bring Ariana Grande into this because its a well known case. We all know 7 rings copies the melody of beloved the sound of music classic 'my favorite things'

90% of '7 rings' goes to the original creators of My favorite things, you know how much money that is for Ariana Grande? That's a lot of money. Considering 7 rings is very popular and played around the world. (Does it make me happy? Yes, because I support Rogers and Hammerstein more than I support Ariana Grande). One would think that when Concord said give us 90%, Republic could have said wtf no. But the song was ready to be commercialized, not taking the deal when they had everything prepared for the January release, would have been bad....

Like not taking a licensing deal from Netflix when you're already booked for a paid live performance in the Kennedy Center.

Now, I'm not privy to Netflix legal coming and goings, but considering that Barlow and Bear use Netflix property verbatim, which is a form of plagiarism unless you have the license. I'm thinking their deal was probably close to what Ariana Grande's label had to sign over to Rodgers and Hammerstein. Maybe not a 90% of royalties, but I'm speculating probably a 70 or an 80.

And even in this fictional case THEY SHOULD HAVE TAKEN THE DEAL. Again, using my previous example, even if the royalties of '7 rings' goes mostly to someone else, Ariana Grande's label knows that in the long run, it's her name and her music that's going to be associated with the song. Which brings them more revenue for the artist entire album and other original songs.

In the long run, Barlow and Bear would have seen their name attached to music that was wildly popular and got renewed interest with every new Bridgerton season. Their original work would have gotten traction and they could have become a bigger name in the music industry rather than just 'the Bridgerton music girls'

B&B are adults who are smart enough to work on the deals they got that led them to a Grammy.

In my opinion doing things in tiktok, Tumblr or Instagram is fine as long as you're not getting paid to do content having to do with someone else's work, at least not directly.

Things like YouTube ad revenue and donations revenue happen under the assumption that while you may be talking about other people's work in your content creation (which is in escence, a way of promoting what you love and honoring the original creator by giving them the credit so they hopefully feel prompted to produce even more), you're neither stealing it or claiming you have permission to use it as if it were yours.

I know that licensing Bridgerton The musical would have cost them revenue, but without licensing it, they risked not having revenue at all by inviting a lawsuit.

And I hope they settle this outside of court in order not to damage the teneous compromise of peace that Original creators have with fanworks inspired by their work.

And that's the tea

[tedturneriscrazy]

And here we are with Yesterday's Lie, the season 2A finale!

Wow, this came up quick, huh?

Anyways...

What are you doing with all that, not-Luz?

(Also, cute photo of younger Luz. She had hair!)

That musical cue when not-Luz adjusted her hair was rather unnerving

Judging by Camila's reaction to that box being set out, she wasn't lying when she said she loved Luz's creativity

Freeing the rabbit from the trap did a lot to establish more of Camila's character. I'm glad we're finally getting more of her.

OH SHIT REAL LUZ IN THE MIRROR

"Are you sure this isn't gonna blow our faces off?" "Nope!"

That's a rather eclectic collection of ingredients for the door

I wonder if Amity also provided the abomination head

Group hug❤

There's the trailer shot

You only appear in reflections, huh? Interesting...

Jeez, Luz, priorities!

(Oh who am I kidding, the fact she's still thinking about her girlfriend is adorable)

I do love it when her accent comes through

Whoops, looks like wherever this is the magic of the Isles doesn't reach

Previously unmentioned dad whose face is obscured in the photo

GASP

Spider-Man moment

Oh, voice change in not-Luz!

Classic "I ain't goin' back, man!" moment

Also, it's beta Luz's bat!

"Monster Slayer Academia" I'm not entirely sure that doesn't actually exist...

"I will never understand anime..."😂😂😂

Oh, true form time!

Vee's gonna be a fan favorite, isn't she? (I ask, full well knowing the answer)

I mean, I've already seen plenty of Luca x Owl House fan art, so I imagine that may intensify

Luz seems to be quite understanding all things considered. I suppose all the people in the "Doppelganger isn't evil, actually" camp have been vindicated.

Oh, Eda

I don't think I like that camera...

So Gravesfield, Connecticut, huh?

Welp, there's a statue of a man that's probably Philip Wittebane

Oh, partially transformed Vee is gonna be irresistible to fanartists

Witch obsessed guy? Pamphlets? Hmm...

Wait, MARILYN?! As in Stan's ex?!

(I know she wasn't actually since the two shows don't take place in the same universe, but no way that nod wasn't deliberate)

"She tried to pay for a latte with a live raccoon" Eda I'm saying this in the nicest way possible: What the fuck

Those rats...buh

"BREAD OF WISDOM GRANTS US SPEECH! WE DESIRE MORE!"

Can't say I don't relate to Vee wrt confrontation

Luz has definitely had some...previous experiences with other kids. Creepy talking rats? Yes. Human high schoolers? No thank you.

Oh, fellow campers! Luz isn't the only one who had off-screen experiences.

That reading seemed...ominous

Right...contacts...

Side note: seems like that camp doesn't stomp out weirdness as thoroughly as previously speculated

Oh shit it's Sonic the Hedgehog! I mean Warden Wrath! I mean Roger Craig Smith!

I saw someone take issue with how Vee reacted to Luz running away to the Demon Realm, but considering her past experience and trauma, her reaction is understandable

Belos I don't care how much of a foxy grandpa you are, you fucking suck

"Skin's sure weird!"

She took the day off work to drive "Luz" to camp I just😭

Whether you think camp was a bad idea or not, Camila's a good mom

Oh dear, Sonic is a conspiracy bro

I guess we know who set up that camera. And the traps.

Oh, seems Eda didn't have elixir with her on one of her trips to the human realm...

"After watching a few Mew-tube videos I learned the truth!" Yup he's a conspiracy bro. Goddamnit, Sonic!

(I can rag on Sonic the Hedgehog all I want, I've been into the games since the Genesis days, well before most of y'all were even born)

Luz having a "BOI" moment

This guy definitely watches Alex Jones. Props to the TOH crew for teaching a new generation about these conspiracy creeps.

Vee is accustomed to a life on the run, but apparently not with Luz's determination and quick thinking.

Also, all this talk about being "outed?" Yeah I'm definitely seeing the trans allegory everyone's talking about.

Now Luz turns to the one person who can help

That "boop"❤ (Now we know where Luz gets it from)

Camila not believing all the Demon Realm stuff. Shocked. SHOCKED, I say.

Well shit, Camila's been a veterinarian all this time! Don't we all have egg on our faces!

It would explain how Luz is so good with animals

Sonic the Curator sure is something, huh

The scary thing is that there are people like him in real life. Worse, even.

Okay, I know this is a dire situation, but I am enamored with Camila's mom energy here. She's adorable.

Dude with a ponytail and cardinal on his shoulder to send the theorists in a tizzy. It'll be interesting to see how this all eventually comes together.

I just realized that that's a training wand on the table

And now Camila realizes this is no game

Further props to the TOH crew for making the antagonist of the episode a crackpot white dude. This is correct.

Yup, further trans allegory. Plus a nice example of a supportive-if-not-quite-understanding-everything parent.

And there's Camila going ham on a motherfucker. Turns out there was no lie in the "Two Truths and a Lie!" Rather, the lie was that there was a lie in the first place...My brain hurts.

Oh, she can appear in the rain. That's cool!

Now is time for Real Sad Hours

The way Camila is reacting...god...it hurts...

"Is this the only way I can touch you?" STOP😢

"Staying here was the best decision I ever made!" Uh oh...

That promise is totally not gonna come back up later in the most tragic, gutwrenching way possible. Nope. Nuh uh. No way that'll happen.

Dammit, Luz, not more lies! Oh, right. The episode title.

Her face really says it all.

Well, it wasn't quite the continuous pain train we convinced ourselves it was gonna be, but that ending? Ow. I'm glad Vee has the support she needs, but my heart hurts for the Nocedas. I really hope they can resolve the issues they clearly still have, because damn.

And now we get to chew on all that for the next however many months! Hooray! I knew I said I was ready for a hiatus, but it turns out I'm a big fat liar, because I'm not! Augh!

Well, I'll try to look on the bright side: At least my sleep schedule can normalize again? Also I can cancel my Sling subscription once 6-10 drop on D+. Neither DisneyNow nor Sling are optimal VOD experiences.

[princessphilly]

Hockey Fic Exchange: Second Chance in Chicago

This is for the @hockeynetwork​ winter gift exchange. I was matched with my friend, @texanstarslove​ and it was relatively easy to give her what she wanted. 

Title: Second Chance in Chicago

Player: Jonathan Toews

Genre: Angst, smut

Word count: 6410 words

 March 2007

“Wouldja look at that? There’s the future NHL star, looking like the dork he is.”

Lizzie stuck out her tongue as Rachel announced the presence of the asshole himself, Jonathan Toews. They were all sophomores at UND but he had gotten drafted third overall by the Chicago Blackhawks last year. Hockey ruled UND so the team already had a high profile. But this year’s team looked like it would do some damage in the tournament so all eyes were really on them.

Tonight, Lizzie and her friends had decided to go to a frat party at the Beta house. It was a cold early March Thursday night but she had been in the mood to party. Unfortunately, the party had been invaded by the hockey team.

Jonathan grinned, his deep brown eyes sparkling like he had already pregamed. “Hey ladies,” he greeted before grabbing Lizzie and giving her a hug.

“Ew!”

Lizzie pushed Jonathan away. He definitely had pregamed, he smelled like good old Vladimir vodka. He was going to have a fucking hangover tomorrow.

Jonathan pouted. “I thought we were friends, Lizzie,” he exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around Lizzie again

“When did you think that?”

Rachel and Bethany snickered. It was a bit of a running joke, this animosity between Lizzie and Tazer. No one quite knew how it really started except it had been a freshman year hook up that ended bad. At least, that was the rumor. Ever since, Lizzie couldn’t stand Jonathan and Jonathan did every thing possible to needle her.

Lizzie flipped her hair over her shoulder before elbowing Jonathan in the ribs. Giving him an angelic smile, she ordered, “Don’t touch me.”

Being the drunken asshole he was at the moment, Jonathan leaned down and murmured in her ear, “You didn’t say that last weekend.”

“Ugh!”

Lizzie pushed Jonathan away before stomping towards the keg. Jonathan shrugged as TJ and some of the other hockey players came in. She was able to avoid him for the rest of the night and even flirted with a couple of junior guys she hadn’t met. Of course, as soon as she went to get a breather from the hot party, Jonathan was already outside.

Shivering, Lizzie huddled close to the door, planning to ignore Toews. There had been a snowstorm the other day and there was a good ten inches of snow on the ground.  

“Supposed to snow again tomorrow.”

Lizzie let out a loud sigh. Of course, he couldn’t respect her silent plea to be left alone. “This is North Dakota. It’s always snowing.”

Turning to her left, Lizzie looked at Jonathan. For once, he didn’t have his cocky, self-assured, ‘I’m the one in complete charge’ look on his face. He looked slightly pensive and a bit unsure. “Here, have my hoodie.”

“I don’t-,” Lizzie started to say but she relented as Jonathan put his hoodie over her head, pulling it down. She was cold as fuck, shivering in just a short-sleeved shirt and her jeans. “Thank you,” she murmured.

“You’re welcome.”

They stood there for several moments, breath turning into puffs of icicles before Jonathan finally broke the ice. “Ridley, really?”

“Oh, you know him?” Lizzie tensed, UND wasn’t as big as other schools but she could at least have found someone that Jonathan didn’t already know. But then, hockey ruled here and he knew more people than her so yeah, just her fucking luck.

“He’s cool.” Jonathan shrugged, suddenly feeling nervous as fuck. It really wasn’t his area to talk, he didn’t really want to be a cock-block, but fuck it. “He’s not an asshole or anything. But we both know that’s not who you really want.”

“Oh really? Who told you what I really want?”

He hadn’t really planned to do it now; Jonathan had planned to go for it next month. But he already had told coach and his teammates that he was going pro after this season, so he might as well do it. “We have unfinished business, Elizabeth.”

Lizzie froze at Jonathan’s use of her full name.  He was the only one here at UND who ever used her full name. It brought back memories, those first weeks of spring semester of freshman year. Memories of doing things that would have had Momma reaching for her rosary and Papa yanking her out of UND to go into a convent. She bit out, “No, we don’t.”

“So, that’s why you called me last Saturday, asking me to come over after the game?”

Lizzie rolled her eyes. “I was drunk,” she very primly replied, staring at her nails. She thought to herself, ‘I need a manicure.’

“Then last weekend, you came over and you definitely weren’t drunk.”

Lizzie shrugged, pretending she didn’t hear what Jonathan said. She didn’t want to admit the truth; Jonathan made her nervous. She was 19 and every time she was with him, she felt like this could be something that could be forever. But Lizzie had plans; she was planning to go east for law school, get out of North Dakota forever. This wasn’t the time to even think of settling down with anyone, especially not with Jonathan since he was going pro. Even though, her traitorous pussy reminded her, Jonathan made her cum better than anyone else and wasn’t scared to choke, bite, or spank her unlike other guys.

Jonathan growled, of course Lizzie would be acting obtuse. He wasn’t looking to settle down or anything serious, he was just about to turn 19 and about to go to Chicago in five and a half months to start his pro career. Jonathan did really like Lizzie a lot and wouldn’t be against putting a label on what was going on. Then, Lizzie got cold feet last year and had been stringing him along for over a year. It would be nice if Lizzie actually admitted that they had something going instead of being nasty to his face but fucking with him late at night.

“Okay, since you don’t want to face reality, I’m just going to say it. It’s not fair that you like to treat me like shit in public but you want me to fuck you when no one is looking.”

Lizzie opened her mouth before closing it. From the tone of voice that Jonathan had used, it sounded harsh. Like she was using him like a whore. But Jonathan wasn’t done.

“Don’t worry about my hoodie, I’ll get it before I leave.”

Jonathan turned around and went back inside of the party. Lizzie stayed outside for several more minutes, pensive. Then she harrumphed and rejoined the party, resolute that she was going to ignore Jonathan once she gave him his hoodie back.

**

Twelve years later

Lizzie brushed her ginger hair over her shoulder. It was weird to be ginger for the first time since she was fifteen. The past years, she had been a very faithful blonde but it was time to do something very different.

“Not bad for a rancher’s daughter.”

Lizzie twirled in her full-length mirror, admiring the way the navy-blue dress fit her body, accessorized with her diamond hoop earrings, tennis bracelet, class ring, and the brand-new patent leather heels she had managed to score on clearance at Neiman Marcus. Very much the uniform of an intellectual property litigator who had just made partner, not the yee-haw who had went to UND. But right now, as she thought about tonight, Lizzie felt like the yee-haw she tried to suppress.

Tonight, there was a fundraising cocktail hour for her firm, Bradley, Lewis, and Cooper. This would be the first one that Lizzie attended since she transferred to the Chicago office from Atlanta. She was good at gladhanding and charming people, attending Penn Law had sucked the yee-haw from Lizzie’s accent. Now, she was Elizabeth Romanelli, ready to make connections while raising funds for the Children’s Miracle Network.

Only fly in the ointment was that this fundraiser was being held at the United Center. Not only that, it was rumored that the firm was able to get a couple of players for the Blackhawks to appear. Bradley, Lewis, and Cooper did some work for the Blackhawks, mainly with local TV contracts and sponsorships. Lizzie took in a deep fortifying breath. “It has been years,’ she told herself. “There’s no need to be nervous seeing Jon again.”

She turned around and grabbed her coat. It was mid fall but the temperature dropped enough at night that Lizzie wanted to wear her coat just in case. Before she left, she looked at her left ring finger. Taking a deep breath, she slid her old wedding ring off her finger. It was a new start, time to act like it.

**

The fundraiser went pretty well, in Lizzie’s eyes. It was her first firm social event in Chicago so most of it was spent shaking hands, exchanging business cards, and talking some shop. There were a couple of Blackhawks players there, none of that Lizzie recognized. She admitted several times while in conversation, that she was more of a college hockey than pro hockey fan.

Then, the one person she was hoping wouldn’t show up, showed up. Lizzie worked hard not to check Jonathan out but he had the kind of presence that commanded attention. His hair was cut short and the once lanky frame had filled out completely. Lizzie smirked when she saw one of her fellow attendees lick her lips but she couldn’t blame her. Jonathan looked delicious in a black suit with a pristine white shirt, no tie. He looked like casual, dominant elegance in a hockey player package as he made his rounds the room.

“You’re lucky that your department doesn’t work with the Blackhawks on anything,” said the woman who licked her lips. Lizzie looked down and looked at her name tag, it said ‘Elise’.

“Oh why?”

Lizzie took a sip of her pinot grigio, waiting for a reply. Elise didn’t disappoint as she whispered, “He’s single and my law school loans say he would be perfect for them.”

She couldn’t resist laughing at that statement; Lizzie totally understood where Elise was coming from. But as soon as her laughter faded, there was Jonathan Toews, right in front of them. Elise looked up at him, obviously starstruck. Lizzie put her best courtroom face as she stuck out her hand. “Hello, I’m Elizabeth Romanelli. You are?”

Jonathan blinked when Lizzie introduced herself as Elizabeth Romanelli. She was Lizzie MacArthur in the flesh, all these years later. Grasping her hand, Jonathan said, “Jonathan Toews, but you know who I am.”

Jonathan kept his best PR smile on his face as he processed his thoughts. This was Lizzie, the only one who got away. She was a redhead now, not a blonde, but those green eyes were still the same. Deep green eyes that always brimmed with an intelligence that had made Jon feel like he was an idiot when they first met at UND.

“Oh, how do you two know each other?”

Lizzie managed to keep her expression completely neutral while Jon reddened a bit. He dropped her hand as he said, “We went to college together.”

“Where was that,” Elise innocently asked and Lizzie wasn’t sure if she was truly curious or if she was being a bit catty.

“I went to University of North Dakota with Mr. Toews for undergrad,” Lizzie said. “Then I did Penn Law.”

Elise replied, “Oh. I remember reading that once.”

Lizzie refused to roll her eyes as Jon made small talk about the hockey season with Elise. Spotting a waiter, Elise raised her hand for another glass of wine. Tonight, was looking like it was about to be long. Before she could make her escape, Elise exclaimed, “Oh, there’s Mr. Schmidt, I need to talk to him! It was so nice to meet you and talk to you, Mr. Toews, Ms. Romanelli.”

Lizzie sighed as she scampered away, leaving her alone with Jonathan.

“Long time, no see,” Jonathan said, taking a sip of his water. Tomorrow was a game night and while he enjoyed drinking, he had no interest in doing anything that would keep him out of peak performance. But looking at Lizzie, he wished he had something stronger. The years had done her good; she looked curvier, stronger, hotter. He felt his pants tighten and Jonathan thought of his smelly hockey gear to deflate his hard on.

Lizzie stroked the curve of her new wine glass before replying, “I know. Wasn’t necessarily planned.”

“Romanelli?”

“I was married,” Lizzie’s smile tightened.

Jonathan quickly replied, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ask anything that would make you feel- “

“It’s okay, let’s not go there, okay. Before you ask, I’m a widow.” Lizzie looked down at her wine. It had been long enough that she knew she wouldn’t break down but it was awkward to talk about it with her first college hookup/almost boyfriend. After all these years, Jonathan still had an affect on her. She felt a bit lightheaded but her once dormant libido had flared up as soon as they shook hands. It was as if her body had decided that someone worthy was nearby and it was time.

“I’m sorry,” Jonathan repeated, his voice low as he ran his fingers through his short hair. It was a bit overwhelming seeing Lizzie again but he was already damn sure that he needed to see her again. As they exchanged pleasantries, Jon moved on to another group at the fundraiser. But every now and then, he made sure to catch her in the crowd.

At the end of the night, he was finally able to get Lizzie alone, again. “Now that you’re in Chicago, why don’t we go out? As old friends?”

Lizzie laughed as she waited for her coat. “We weren’t old friends and you know it.”

“But who said that we can’t be at least friends now?”

Jonathan gave Lizzie a big smile while she scoffed, “I can tell by the way you’ve been looking at me all night that you aren’t interested in being just friends.”

“How was I looking at you?”

Jonathan leaned into Lizzie as he noticed that Seabs was nearby. While he loved Seabs as a brother, he didn’t want him to have any idea of what he was planning, yet.

Lizzie batted her lashes at Jonathan before replying, “Like you never seen a woman before. I have to keep the conversation business casual but we both know what I’d really like to say.”

“Then, you should let me have your phone number.”

“Smooth, Toews,” Lizzie commented. “Very smooth.”

“I try.”

Jonathan couldn’t help himself; as Lizzie received her coat from the coat check, he helped her put it on.

“Wow, I don’t know if you’re actually a gentleman now or if you’re trying to get points,” Lizzie quipped.

Jonathan gave her an aw-shucks grin and a shrug. Despite her better judgment, Lizzie figured that it couldn’t hurt. She didn’t really know anyone yet in Chicago and it would be nice to talk to someone who she at least knew from college. But she didn’t want to openly give it to Jonathan so she took the moment to turn and grab paper and a pen from a table. Writing her number and snap down, she slid it into Jonathan’s pocket.

“There, now you can never say I never gave you anything.”

Lizzie turned and sauntered away. Jonathan fished through his pockets and grabbed the paper, grinning and laughing to himself.

**

Lizzie had to give Jonathan credit. He knew how to attempt to get a woman’s attention. The flowers were a nice touch; not too ostentatious and he was smart enough not to attach his name to them. But Lizzie knew exactly who they were from because there were exactly nineteen pink and nineteen white roses in Monday’s bouquet. Yesterday’s bouquet was a set of nineteen purple flowers that after she looked them up, Lizzie found out that they were purple columbine. Today’s bouquet involved nineteen white camelias and nineteen red chrysanthemums.

“This guy must really like you.”

Lizzie turned around to see Peter, her paralegal. He was pointing at the flowers, a pensive look on his face.

“Really? He just wants my attention.” Lizzie dismissively waved towards the flowers but inwardly, she was loving it.

Peter raised an eyebrow. “Okay, whatever you say. Anyway, I have five messages from the managing partners.”

“I already know what they want and I already reviewed the files and sent them to Kristin, Jacques, and Malik. They are working on the briefs for the arbitration and they should all be done by the end of the work day. I will prep my own opening argument myself for the hearing when we are done talking. You can quote everything I just said in your email,” Lizzie stated with a smile on her face. This was her first arbitration hearing at the Chicago office with her new associates working under her. But she knew it would go well.

“But the flowers. I’d look them up, Ms. Romanelli. He’s sending you a message with each bouquet. Especially that first one with those kind of pink roses, maiden blush roses? Oh, he’s definitely telling you something.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

Lizzie brushed Peter off, her mind already back on work. However, she messaged Jon later, I like jasmine, lily of the valley, the most.

The next day, there was a bouquet with yellow jasmine, lily of the valley, and red pink flowers, the number adding to 19 and a note, looking forward to seeing you tonight.

**

Lizzie was still a mystery and Jonathan was desperate to figure her out. This was their sixth date and every time he felt like he was getting closer to her, Lizzie pulled back. Jon understood but at the same time, he was getting annoyed. He was also horny as fuck and trying very hard not to let his cock dictate his actions.

Tonight, Lizzie wore a little black dress with strappy heels to dinner and all Jonathan could think of was having Lizzie wear those heels while he fucked her hard and fast. It took all his willpower to keep the conversation light during dinner as his traitorous brain filled with all kinds of dirty images. Now, they were having post dinner drinks at a place Kaner had suggested. It was very intimate, the kind of place for seduction. Unfortunately, Jonathan thought, there would probably be no seduction tonight as he stood on the wall with Lizzie.

“I intentionally wore these for you.”

Lizzie fluttered her eyelashes at Jon’s dumbfounded expression. She wasn’t dumb; she knew exactly the kind of affect she had on men. Lizzie had to give Jonathan credit; he was doing a good job of not being a stupid hornball.

“I love them,” Jonathan drawled before taking a sip of his whiskey on the rocks. He told himself to be patient, as they continued to talk but after another half-hour talking about football, Jon finally broached the subject. “Are you seeing anyone?”

“Are you,” Lizzie countered. She went out on a couple of dates with a couple of different guys when the Blackhawks were out of town because, in her mind, she was still a free agent. Doing that actually made Lizzie feel more comfortable with going out with Jonathan. Not that the other dates were bad but Lizzie had to admit to herself that there was still something more with Jonathan.

“No,” Jonathan admitted. His DMs were full on all social media so he could go out with anyone he wanted if he truly felt like it. But right now, he really was just interested in Lizzie.

“That’s nice.”

Lizzie twirled the straw in her cocktail. Jonathan thought about what to say but ended up blurting out, “I still think about some of the things we did.”

“Woooooooow.”

Blushing, Lizzie bit her lip. Some of those memories had come back since she had seen Jonathan again. Some of those things that had seemed extra sinful at eighteen and nineteen were mainstream these days. Plus, Greg had tried but he didn’t have that same aura that teenage Jonathan had. Adult Jonathan had that dominant aura in spades and it was tempting.

Lizzie added, “And?”

Jonathan moved closer to Lizzie, his big body bracketing hers, his monotone voice even deeper, “You remember when I tied you up the first time?”

“That was…. interesting,“ Lizzie replied. She felt flushed, that memory now in her brain. They had been fumbling around and Jonathan had tied her up before making her beg and scream his name. But the knot had got stuck and after he cut her out, Lizzie had chafed skin on both of her wrists. “It was an interesting experiment.”

Jonathan licked his lips. He noticed that Lizzie was flushed, her body leaning towards his. It was almost heady, the tension, he could taste it. So, he decided to press into the attack.

“We’ve both grown up now. I mean, I know what I love to do in the bedroom and I’m not a teen boy fumbling around.”

Lizzie resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Jonathan’s pronouncement. Steeling her face so that she looked impassive, inwardly she was freaking out a bit. Jonathan had been pretty good fuck in college, better than the rest of her boyfriends before she married Greg. But this Jonathan, three times Stanley Cup winner and hockey superstar Jonathan, he seemed lethal.

And he knew it as he gave Lizzie a little smirk and a wink.

“Don’t worry Lizzie, no one is going to judge you now if you like a little pain. I definitely won’t. You know I liked giving it to you when we were experimenting.”

Exasperated, Lizzie exclaimed, “You’re still so arrogant! I seriously doubt you’d have a chance to fuck me again.”

Jonathan moved closer and Lizzie backed up, backing into the wall. Jonathan got close enough that Lizzie could smell his expensive cologne but far enough that she could easily move away if she wanted to.

“I don’t know why you’re still lying to yourself all these years later,” Jonathan murmured, his dark brown eyes looking black. “But I’m patient, I can still wait. You still want me and I’ve always wanted you.”

Lizzie bit her lip and Jonathan resisted the urge to groan. He had thought that he had forgotten her but just meeting her again two months ago had brought back those old feelings. Now, he was getting tired of playing cat and mouse but from what he had learned from TJ and Ridley, Jonathan was trying to be careful and tactical with his advances. He at least managed to get her to go out with him. His cock could wait.

Of course, after telling himself that, images from a decade ago filled his head. Ignoring them, Jonathan instead taunted, “Nothing to say? I never thought lawyers could be rendered speechless.”

Instead of replying, Lizzie reached out and touched Jonathan’s sweater. It was super soft and felt like it was made from the finest cashmere. She finally replied, voice low and soft, “Why am I so attracted to you? This shouldn’t really be happening.”

“Fate.”

It was a very simple reply as Jonathan grabbed her hand and brought it up to his lips. He kissed her hand, just a brief touch of closed lips to skin. But it felt like electricity coursed through both of them. Jonathan recovered first before giving Lizzie a devilish smile. “Night, night Elizabeth.”

***

“He’s way too smooth.”

Lizzie took in a deep breath as she watched the first snowfall of the year through her office window. Rachel’s laughter at her complaint registered super loud over her ear pod.

Rachel commented, “Of course he is, he’s had over a decade of practice. I can’t believe he’s still interested; I think Jon has dated models and he could date anyone. You’re lucky as hell, Lizzie.”

Lizzie pouted as she moved away from the window. “I don’t know if I want to be lucky.”

“Well, I remember all of the sneaking around you’d did when we were in college. You had no problems fucking him in private.”

“RACHEL!! Oh, my Gawd, you knew that?!?”

Lizzie put her hand on her forehead, mortified. She thought she had been cautious.

Rachel chuckled before continuing, “No one else figured it out. But it was obvious that sparks were flying. And then Jon goes pro and you end up dating around until you met Greg. But you never were as happy as you were freshman spring.”

Lizzie sighed, feeling a headache beginning to start. “Greg, you know I loved Greg.”

“I know honey, if you hadn’t, I would have seriously considered stopping the wedding,” Rachel consoled. “And he did help you escape the ranch and your parents’ plans.”

“I’ve been a widow for 3 years and this is the first time I’ve been attracted to a man,” Lizzie blurted out. Her cheeks reddened as she realized her admission.

There was an extended pause before Rachel finally replied. “Then you should go for it. Greg wouldn’t want you to give up on sex because he’s gone.”

Lizzie flipped through the messages on her work phone as she pondered Rachel’s words.

“I gotta go, Alyssa is about done with school and the baby should be up any minute. Stop thinking and just fuck him. Just remember to put color corrector and concealer over any marks Jonny leaves on you.”

Lizzie exclaimed, “Rachel,” but she had already hung up. Checking her personal phone for messages, Lizzie grinned when she saw she had a snap from Jon. Opening the snap, she saw a photo of Jon signing jerseys and picks with a note of can’t wait to give you one.

Lizzie responded; too bad I’ll be too busy to get one for the next couple of weeks

Lizzie put her phone down, ready to focus on her work before getting a new message from Jon. I told u I can be patient.

**

Lizzie looked down at her list of pros and cons. All the pros were reasons why she should fuck Jonathan: get rid of all the unresolved tension from college, he’s an already proven great fuck, probably the best guy to be her first fuck since Greg passed away. The cons were that he was Jonathan Toews, he was famous, and he did have the ability to be an asshole. Her skeptical side told Lizzie that she probably couldn’t keep it casual but the other side was like, was that a bad thing?

Shaking her head, Lizzie pulled on a pair of jeans before putting on a sweater. The Blackhawks were back in town and last night, she went to the game courtesy of Jonathan. Lizzie had taken Elise with her and they enjoyed the Blackhawks winning against the Flames. It was actually fun as Lizzie explained some of the finer points of hockey, such as power plays, penalty kills, offsides, and the fact that all refs in all sports were absolutely awful. Tonight, she actually told Jon she would come over after they saw a movie.

Lizzie was curious about where Jonathan lived. She knew it was in an area called Lincoln Park; she lived in the outskirts of the North Side. Her student loans from law school demanded payment so Lizzie moved in the nicest area she could afford, in a gentrifying neighborhood. “Get a taste of how the rich live tonight,” Lizzie said to herself. However, she did put on a matching pair of underwear just in case she decided to do more.

**

Jonathan looked at Lizzie as the car pulled up to his place. He had been on his best behavior tonight; no sly comments, etc. after last time. But Lizzie had been cuddly during the movie and now, she… he couldn’t read her actions.

Jon entered his code and led Lizzie inside. “Very nice,” Lizzie commented as they walked through the first floor of his place.

“Oh wow, you have my favorite flowers,” Lizzie exclaimed as they walked into his kitchen. There was a vase with Spanish Jasmine flowers.

Jonathan shrugged even though he was inwardly pleased. He had ordered them this afternoon, a rush order when Lizzie said she would come over. Now she was here and he felt at a loss. His cock said to seduce her, his brain said to wait for her cues and see if she was actually interested. Jonathan grabbed two cups and got himself and Lizzie a glass of water before guiding her back into the living room.

“More movies,” Lizzie teased as she made herself comfortable on his leather couch.

Jonathan shook his head no, suddenly nervous as he cut on the TV. He didn’t want to fuck it up.

Lizzie smirked as she watched indecision on Jonathan’s face. Tonight, had been their first date since that conversation and it was obvious that Jonathan was still very interested but didn’t want to do anything that seemed pushy. Lizzie thought at first it was because they were out in public but she realized that if she wanted to actually go there again, she would have to bring it up.

“What are you thinking about, Jon,” Lizzie asked, intentionally shortening his name.

Jonathan put his arms on the back of the couch and mentally said fuck it. “Do you want to good answer or the dirty answer?”

“Dirty answer?”

Lizzie grinned as Jonathan gulped then groaned.

“I keep looking at your ass in those jeans and I want to grab it so bad,” Jonathan admitted. Lizzie looked at his big hands and she decided that tonight was the night.

“You can grab it, if you want?”

“Huh, what?”

Jonathan looked so dumbfounded that Lizzie giggled. “I said you can grab it. That’s another way of saying, you can touch me.”

“Are you sure,” Jonathan asked, locking eyes with Lizzie.

Lizzie rolled her eyes before grabbing his hand. “I came here with the full intent of getting fucked. But if you aren’t interested, that’s okay and we can hang out before I go home.”

“Oh, do you really want me to fuck you?”

Jonathan raised an eyebrow as Lizzie flung her hair behind her shoulder. “I want you to kiss me, eat my pussy, maybe I’ll suck your cock, and then fuck me, if you want to get precise.”

“Goddamn,” Jonathan breathed. “Fuck, then why don’t you sit in my lap?”

Lizzie climbed into his lap before locking eyes with Jonathan again. His deep brown eyes looked nearly black and he had stubble all around his jaw. She traced his jaw with her fingers before running her fingers through his hair. His voice a deeper monotone, Jonathan murmured, “I’m not going to bite, unless you want me to do that.”

Instead of replying, Lizzie brushed her lips over Jonathan’s, once, then twice. Then she leaned down and nipped his lip. “I like biting,” she whispered against his lips before kissing him again. Jonathan’s arms came around her waist, keeping Lizzie in place as he began to take over the lazy kiss. Need stretched through their kisses, tongues interacting as over a decade apart melted away. Then Jonathan pulled away. Lizzie reached to pull her sweater off but Jonathan stopped her.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, I don’t want to fuck you for the first time in forever on a couch, at least not this time.”

Lizzie laughed as Jonathan picked her up and nearly ran to his bedroom. She didn’t even get a chance to look around and admire before he was on her. Jonathan’s hands were all over her body as he desperately kissed her. Before Lizzie realized it, her sweater and bra were off and so was Jonathan’s hoodie and t-shirt. She could feel his rock-hard abs against her body as Jonathan rolled so that Lizzie was on top.

“Your tits are still fucking amazing.”

“Thanks,” Lizzie beamed as Jonathan gently kneaded them in his hands.

He murmured, “They are still so sensitive,” as her nipples hardened quickly in his fingers, watching Lizzie’s changes in expression. “So, you’ll tell me right away if I do something you don’t like?”

“Like what,” Lizzie asked.

Jonathan lightly grabbed her throat, something they had never done before but something he had learned that he liked to do. “Like that.”

“Mmmm, this is good,” Lizzie replied. Choking was one of the kinks she had explored with Greg and that she missed.

“Fuck, you got dirtier,” Jonathan stated before rolling Lizzie under him again.

“Why don’t you stop talking and undress me some more,” Lizzie ordered.

Jonathan laughed before idly replying, “Normally, I wouldn’t let you tell me what to do but we haven’t even negotiated that yet. And we aren’t, not tonight.”

Lizzie’s giggled as she shimmied out of her jeans. But those giggles were replaced with moans when Jonathan’s fingers brushed her upper and inner thighs before stroking her pussy through her panties. “So wet for me.”

He had planned to go slow but Jonathan was pretty sure that wasn’t happening, at least not for this first round. He needed to be deep inside of Lizzie, back where he belonged. Jonathan stood up and took off his own jeans and boxers, revealing his very hard cock. Lizzie reached up and ran a hand over his cock before pumping it with both hands.

“I’m not going to last that long,” Jonathan warned as Lizzie began to jerk him off. “I want to cum deep inside of your pussy, Elizabeth.”

“Oh my God,” Lizzie breathed. There was something in the way that Jonathan said her full name, it made her pussy drip even more.

Jonathan reached into his night stand and grabbed a condom. “Be a good girl and put this on me.”

Lizzie took the condom from Jonathan’s hands and opened it. Then she guided it over his cock with a wicked grin on her face. Leaning back on her elbows, Lizzie smirked at Jonathan before sucking her lip into her mouth. “Fuck me, Jonathan.”

Jonathan growled as Lizzie spread her legs, showing him just how wet and ready she was for him. Pulling a leg up and over his shoulder, Jonathan entered Lizzie slowly, making sure she felt every inch. Lizzie moaned, her hands grabbing anywhere they could on Jon as he fucked her, slow soft strokes turning harder with each thrust.

“Fuck you feel so good,” Lizzie groaned as Jonathan gave her a harder thrust, hips grinding with each stroke.

Jonathan managed to reply, “Your pussy still feels like it was made for me.”

He was already close and Jonathan couldn’t hold off even though he could tell that Lizzie wouldn’t cum with him this time. Jonathan’s lips found Lizzie’s as he kissed her while he came. Lizzie let Jonathan ride his high out, she could feel that she was getting closer but she wasn’t there.

Jonathan slumped against Lizzie for a couple moments before withdrawing from her pussy. He took off the condom, telling Lizzie, “Stay there.”

Dumping the condom into the trash, Jonathan pulled Lizzie to the edge of the bed. Spreading her legs, Jonathan knelt in between, fingers spreading her folds. Then his tongue licked her clit and Lizzie arched off the bed. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you,” Jonathan cooed as he played with her clit. Then he dove in, licking her juices from her pussy before tongue-fucking Lizzie’s entrance. His fingers continued to roll her clit with light pressure, enough to keep Lizzie on the edge but not enough to get her to cum. Then Jon sucked her clit into her mouth and bit it very lightly, enough of a shock to get Lizzie to cum with a scream, fingers grabbing sheets to hold on for dear life. Jonathan muttered something in French as Lizzie rode out her high. Then she fell asleep with a light snore.

**

Lizzie laid on the bed, her hair fanned out around her head, body too depleted to move yet. But she peeled herself up as Jonathan was sitting up next to her, a MacBook in his lap.

“Wow, what time is it?”

“It’s a little after midnight,” Jonathan replied. He had changed into a pair of sweats and Lizzie licked her lips. He looked really good in gray sweats.

She shrugged. “At least it’s Saturday.”

“I cleaned you up after you passed out.”

Jonathan gave Lizzie a wicked grin as she blushed. “It’s been a while,” she replied.

Lizzie got up and Jonathan pointed to his left, indicating that was the way to get to the bathroom. Lizzie stepped inside of the master bathroom, still too tired to check it out. After taking care of business and washing her hands, Lizzie walked back into Jonathan’s bedroom. Jonathan handed her a t-shirt and said, “You’re too tired to attempt to drive home. You can stay here; I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

“I like cumming so you don’t have to keep them to yourself.”

Lizzie gave Jon a saucy smile while he groaned.

**

Let yourself be happy. Find that guy again, the one who was before me. I just want you to be happy, don’t shrivel up and die because I’m gone.

Lizzie looked at the note, last note from Greg before he passed from non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. Her wedding ring was on next to it, the simple gold band twinkling in the late winter sun.

Today was her seventh month since her move to Chicago, fifth since she met Jonathan for the first time in years. Tonight, she was going to the game, Elise going with her but this time, they were going to sit with the WAGs. Lizzie had met Jonathan’s closest friends and teammates and it was obvious that there was something happening between them. But Lizzie felt the need to look at this one more time.

“I’m going to be happy, Greg,” Lizzie whispered before putting her old wedding ring and the note in a box, setting it next to a vase of nineteen red tulips that Jon had given her. Then she pulled her hair into a ponytail, sent all work calls on her work phone to voicemail. Picking up her personal phone, Lizzie smiled as she looked at the text from Jonathan.

She wasn’t going to run this time. She was going to embrace a future with Jonathan.

[kenrik]

I owe my fellow GoUta fans two fics. 

I just lack like 5% of each oneshots. It’s been sitting on my lappy for a while now~! Hehe~

In the Car Outside

Utahime has to work on a client project supervised by the annoying dick from their head office.

Violin Lessons! (Sequel)

Unhappy that his colleague brainwashed his precious students, Gojo-sensei visits Kyoto Tech to win over its students.

Keep reading for excerpts. Might upload within the day though. 

In the Car Outside

When Utahime finds out that that dick from their head office was at their branch party, she starts to snarl in irritation. And when he starts to walk to her for some unknown reason, she seethes and walks away with her drink.

The whole night -

Her eye twitched.

That whole night, she'd find that idiot's gaze at her. And if she hadn't been cautious of him, he would've approached her again.

Why was he even here? She frowned in annoyance.

They haven't spoken yet, and already, he was giving her a headache.

Finally, just when she thinks things couldn't get any worse, their partner climbs up the stage, taps on the mic to call everyone's attention, and introduces the new regional director.

And Utahime almost spat her drink when Gojo Satoru was called to the stage.

This idiot, Utahime snarled; he walks up the steps to the platform. His hair disheveled. His grin, wide and cocky. His tie loosened and the buttons on his shirt, undone.

He looked like a fool up there beside their partner who wore a proper coat and tie for the occasion.  

"Thanks for the intoduction, oji-chan~!" (old man/grandfather) He playfully smacked the man's broad back.

Oh, my god. Utahime covered her mouth in disbelief, in secondhand embarrassment. This moron!!

"I'm looking forward to working with all of you~!" He grinned at the crowd wide and happily.

Utahime narrowed her eyes at him up at the stage, as he held up the drink in his hand to cheer in their new year;

Was that, she held her throbbing head; was he seriously holding up a chocolate milk box??

Before she could recover from the headache that was Gojo Satoru, her firm's partner approached her and by god's will, they finally meet.

And Utahime could barely keep herself from grimacing at the wide grin on his stupid face.

"Oji-chan tells me you're heading the Gouto merger." He leans back on his heels and smiles, biting the straw of his chocolate drink.

"I am." Utahime hissed at him.

And Gojo could only raise his brows in confusion, intrigued by her unabashed vitriol.

"We'll work closely then."

"I guess." Utahime snarled.

And the second nothing was said, she simply walks away with a frown.

"She really hates me, huh?" Gojo chuckled as he watched her leave, honestly wondering if she was one of his many stilted lovers. If she was, he tilted his head as he gave her a look over, he'd be sure to remember.

He couldn't pinpoint it. So, he walks to her.

And he laughs when she starts walking away, as she's been doing the whole night.

Then, when she runs into a corner, stuck in place by a crowd of their coworkers, he laughs at her red face.

"Did we sleep together?" He finally asks her rather innocently, when they're standing to the side of the room. He was interested himself, surely; surely if they slept together, he'd remember.

He raises his brows at the growing flush on her face.

Surely, he'd remember if he slept with her. And definitely, their tryst would have a repeat. Once, maybe twice.

He looks her over again.

Thrice. Definitely.

"You idiot," Utahime hissed, clenching her fist to keep from hitting his stupid head. "We met at a conference years ago! And you kept disrepecting hierarchy!"

"You were an idiot junior then." She sneers at him, remembering what a headache he was as a pompous new graduate who thought he was the king of the world. "But, I guess you're still an idiot now." She frowns.

And Gojo's eyes light up.

"Utahime!!"

Utahime didn't know whether she was glad he remembered her.

She frowns bitterly at the happy grin on his face and decides it didn't make her happy at all.

They've only ever met once before, in a conference in New York. And they barely spoke. But she saw him. She saw how much of a shameless, loud fool he was.

"What happened to your face?" He laughed and tried to touch her scar; to which she swatted his hand away and hissed. This only made Gojo laugh even more. "You're still the same feral cat!!"

"I'm your senior, you moron!" She cried in disbelief. How could he not have changed after all these years?!

"So what?" He laughed at her. "I outrank you now too!"

Then, he points to himself and revels at Utahime's fuming face.

"I'm your boss now." He snickers, grinning in victory when Utahime could say no more.

"I'm still older than you!" She thinks to add at the last minute. And Gojo just loses it and starts laughing out loud.

"So what?!" He guffawed. He shook and wheezed and laughed at her vermillion face.

This bastard! Utahime clenched her fists, she writhed in anger. Close to shoving this stupid man in front of their entire office.

This moron was just. Too. Loud!!!

Violin Lessons! (Sequel)

This idiot is too loud. Mai grimaced as she stepped on the batting mat, with Yuuji crouched down behind her, ready to catch missed pitches. And just behind them, the idiot Tokyo School sensei kept snickering for some stupid reason.

Turning her gaze ahead, her frown sours even more at the sight of her sister.

Tokyo people were the worst. She thought as she hit Maki's pitch and ran to first base.

.

Miwa! She pumped herself up as she walked to the batting mat, gripping her bat tightly. You can do it! You can score a point for your team!

Maki smirks at her.

And she could feel her idol's gaze at her.

Hm. Miwa pursed her lips and flushed.

She misses the pitch and Gojo-sensei cries out instantly. "Strike!!"

And in the distance, she knots her brows - she could hear Iori-sensei's enraged, frustrated, and utterly disappointed cries.

Miwa, she shook her head and frowned. Why are you so useless?

.

Come the seventh-inning stretch, Utahime stomped her foot at her team and told their grumbling faces to huddle up.

They could only wonder why she was all riled up and way stricter over their performance during a baseball game than their matches from the previous day...

"Todo?!"

Todo looked up from his phone, from the comforting images of his beloved Takada-chan.

"What?" He turned to her with a sour frown.

Utahime's eye twitched at the pitiful sight before her.

"Win this match, and I'll buy you that ridiculously expensive Takada-chan body pillow."

Flames engulfed Todo's eyes in a burning passion.

And Utahime massaged her temple.

Everyone around her were just complete headaches.

.

"Uta-hime~!"

Here was another one. She glared in annoyance.

The Kyoto students flinch at the sight of Gojo-sensei casually stepping into their side of the park, while they were all crouched together and planning out their game.

"What do you think you're doing here?!" Their sensei cried at the grinning idiot in disbelief. "Are you seriously spying on our play?!" She stomped her foot and gave him a menacing scowl, firmly standing her ground even when she was a good foot shorter that him.

They all frown at the sight of their teachers arguing once again.

And when Gojo-sensei steps closer to their sensei, tall and leering down at her with a smirk, Momo narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.

Wasn't this guy getting too close? She glared. From her angle, it looked like the fool stole a kiss from her fuming sensei. And had Utahime not been yelling his ear off about boundaries and staying on your lane, she wouldn've thought he really did.

"What?" Gojo-sensei waved his hand at his furious colleague and laughed to her face. "Your team's too weak to even spy on." He sniggered and casually ducked as she shrieked in rage and threw her cap at him. "I just came for water!"

Their sensei flinched. And they could only narrow their eyes as their gazes followed the oddball sensei in suspicion.

"What the hell?!" Their sensei cried in disbelief, stomping after the man who went ahead to the benches and grabbed a thermos. "There's a jug of water over there?!" Utahime points a heated finger across the part, at Tokyo Tech's side of the park where the students were lounging around and drinking.

"This yours, right?" The Tokyo Tech's sensei ignored her and simply wagged the thermos in his hand.

"It is!" Their sensei cried. And they twitch at the questionable sight before them.

Then, their eyes widen, their face pale in horror when, with their sensei yelling in indignation, the idiot sensei Gojo Satoru took a drink from their beloved sensei's water bottle.

"What the hell?!!" The livid woman cried.

And with a snicker, the other sensei raises the thermos at her, "You thirsty?" He offered. And Utahime just puffed red and yelled and cried at his shamelessness.

"Nice job, minna-san~!" Gojo-sensei turns to the shocked, stricken, horrified Kyoto Tech students as he returned Utahime's jug on the bench.

And they grimace, and they seethed, and they writhed in pure, utter rage.

What. The. Hell.

[dessarious]

Guilt and Consequences Pt10

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“Mme. Bustier, Marinette is forcing Lila to sit with her instead of in her assigned seat.” The bell hadn’t even rung yet and Lila was about two seconds from either trying to slap some sense into Alya or just grabbing Marinette and leaving. She was fairly certain Marinette’s parents wouldn’t mind if she decided they both needed a mental health day.

“Is that true Lila?” The teacher’s tone was concerned but she gave Marinette a disappointed look that made Lila even more annoyed. She’d already decided Marinette was somehow to blame for this, just like everything else.

“No.” That was it. No one seemed to be able to respond immediately. Alya just glared at them. Finally the teacher cleared her throat.

“Then why exactly are you sitting there rather than your normal spot?” Lila debated for barely a second before saying screw it and going with obnoxiously blunt.

“Because I refuse to have my back to a bunch of psychopaths who planned and carried out an attack on a fellow classmate.” The room exploded. It was funny if she was being honest. Max and Kim both looked a bit guilty so she had hope their conversation had done something. Alix was glaring at the floor so her she was less certain about. Everyone else was either trying to yell at each other or Marinette. Then there was Adrien, who kept giving the both of them disappointed looks. He really needed to stop that before she did something stupid. She watched as the teacher tried and failed to bring the class back to order. Honestly, Lila was surprised she even tried.

“Marinette’s obviously threatening her!” Lila just blew out a frustrated breath as half the class immediately agreed with Alya’s insanity. She moved to better block Marinette from their angry muttering, or worse, and tried to come up with something, anything, to make them see the truth. Time for someone else to get thrown under the bus.

“Ask Adrien. He knows I’ve been lying, just like Marinette said. He saw Ladybug call me out for it. He told her not to tell all of you.” The entire room went silent as one by one they turned to look at the model. The ‘oh shit’ look on his face was more satisfying than it should have been, but she didn’t bask in it long because she needed to see how the rest of them were likely to fall. Kim and Max looked even more guilty and Alex was glaring at Adrien had enough he should have felt it. Juleka and Rose both just seemed stunned. The rest were far harder to read and she wasn’t that great at it in the first place.

“Lila just needed attention, she would have stopped once she got it.” Lila just started cursing internally. It was bad enough he decided that she had the same motivation as him, but the fact that a good portion of the class seemed to be ready to agree with him just made her blood pressure go up.

“No I wouldn’t have. I’m not trying to make friends. I’m not trying to get people to like me. I don’t care what any of you think of me because all I want is to go back to homeschooling were I don’t have to deal with stupid drama like this. I’m not you Agreste and I have no tolerance for fools which is what all of you have proven to be.” Most of them looked stunned except for Chloe who just sat there with a smug smirk. She didn’t even want to guess what that was about.

“Now that’s rather harsh Lila, you should apologize.” She just pinned the teacher with a bland look.

“I will not. You’re worse than them. You’re supposed to be the ringleader of this circus and keep everyone in line. Not once did you check my excuses for being absent. Not once did you ask for or receive a doctor's note for one of my medical issues. I don’t even understand how you’re still employed except for the fact that the principal is just as negligent as you are.” This time even Chloe was looking at her like she had a screw loose but she didn’t care. Unfortunately she wasn’t accomplishing what she wanted to either. Her goal was to get them to hate her instead of Marinette but too many of them were still giving her looks of pity. This was insanely frustrating.

“Look whatever it is you don’t have to worry. We know you’re a good person and we’ll still be your friends.” For the love of… Alya would not give up this nonsense. She was done with this. Lila stood, pulling Marinette with her and headed for the door.

“Lila what are you doing?” Marinette sounded slightly panicked.

“I’m taking you home so we can talk to your parents about a safer environment so you don’t get assaulted and I don’t get Akumatized.” She was trying to keep her emotions in check but it wasn’t something she was good at. She was also dead certain this subject wouldn’t be dropped until one or both of those things happened. They were almost out the front gate before she heard someone running after them.

“Lila! Why would you do that? Marinette tell her she can’t just say things like that and get everyone all upset.” Lila was perfectly willing to keep walking but Marinette stopped.

“She’s her own person Adrien and I’m not going to suggest she keep lying or do anything she’s not comfortable with just to make you feel more comfortable. I made the mistake of agreeing to keep quiet against my better judgement to make you happy because I wasn’t certain of my motives. Lila doesn’t have that problem, and I don’t either anymore. I’m sorry you don’t like what’s happening but this isn’t about you. And it isn’t about them either. Lila is doing what’s best for her.” Adrien actually stomped his foot.

“That’s just selfish. You can’t just let her hurt everyone with no better reason than that.” Lila was watching Marinette’s face, fully expecting her to cave. Not because it was Adrien either, just because she always seemed to put others first, regardless of the cost. Instead her expression hardened.

“Why not? It’s exactly what I let you do.” She turned and headed to the bakery and Lila was stunned enough that she didn’t move right away. When she saw the shocked expression on Adrien’s face she could help but laugh before she followed Marinette to the bakery.

“I think you broke him.” It was supposed to be a joke but Marinette just let out a tired sigh.

“I just wish I’d seen it sooner. I wish I’d done what I knew was the right thing.”

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[justasparkwritings]

March: Too Scared

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst, Slice of Life

Rating: PG15

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Hoseok always plans on going on epic adventures with you... and it’s not his fault his fight or flight response happens to lean towards flight, resulting in you being left alone... again and again. 

Written for #thebtswritersclub monthly challenge

           Your red and blue jumpsuit hangs off your frame, a size down and it would be too small, a size up and there’d be too much fabric, a hazard in this environment. Your helmet, in contrast, fits snuggly over your cranium, safety goggles protecting your eyes from the impending devastating winds. At this moment, you’ve completed the preliminary training and are waiting with your fellow divers for your chance in the tube. Earplugs already in, it takes you a minute to register that he’s trying to talk to you. It’s his hand aggressively tapping your shoulder that brings your eyes to his.

           He takes off his helmet, and your stomach drops. Adrenaline left your blood stream as you watched him. His eyes begged of you to take yours off, and you did, if only to hear your disappointment more clearly.

           “I don’t want to do this. I’m too scared,” He informed you.

           “You wanted to do this!” You snapped.

           “I changed my mind!”

           “The deposit is paid, we have to,”

           “It’s too scary, no,”

           “You’re being-

           “Don’t say it,”

           “So difficult, my god!” You stood up from the bench, moving to the back corner of the waiting area and away from the other two people in your group.

           “I’m scared! Aren’t you?” He asked.

           “I wasn’t until you started chickening out.” You said.

           “I’m just, afraid, okay?”

           “Hoseok,” Your voice was a warning, a siren that couldn’t be overwhelmed by the voracious faux winds being created twenty feet from you. “You promised.”

           “Come on, baby, please, let’s just, not and say we did?” He begged.

           “You can wait in the car. I’m still doing it.” You quickly moved out of his reach and sat back down, placing your earplugs back in, and securing your helmet over your head.

           Hoseok, unwilling to sit in the car and not watch you, decided to sit to the side, staring in awe as you “flew” in the indoor skydiving chamber, legs steady against the hurricane like winds, arms spread to steady yourself. You’re a natural.

           The adrenaline returned, blocking all anger you were feeling towards Hoseok. In the moment, what mattered is the slight lock of your legs, the angle of your arms, breathing in rushed moments to ensure you don’t faint in the sky. Who would jump out of a plane when you could do this?

           It was over too soon, leaving you feeling empty and angry again, this time tears welling in your eyes.

           “You were so good!” Hoseok exclaimed.

           “Thanks,” You muttered, busying yourself with taking off your gear and pretending to be interested in the photos that were snapped.

           “How was it? It looked amazing,”

           “It was fine,”

           “Just fine?” Hoseok trailed behind you, one step away from flat tiring your heels, breath threatening to tickle the back of your neck.

           “Yes, fine,” You refused to look at him the entire drive to your apartment, where Hoseok could’ve sworn he was going to stay the night.

           “Why are you so mad at me?” Hoseok asked, this time his breath fanned your face, his arms caged you against the island in your counter. Dominating you, eyes narrowed, voice low, hands steadfast, white knuckling the faux granite.

           “Because you suck,”

           “That’s a terrible reason,” He said, he didn’t roll his eyes, but stared at you, mouth slightly open in surprise. He hadn’t expected you to be indifferent towards him.

           “I’m mad because you always get so close to trying something new and then you just, poof, cancel, leaving me to do it all alone.” You explained.

           “You don’t have to go through with things,” Hoseok told you. He backed away, arms crossing over his chest in defense.

           “Then why make the fuss if you never plan to go through with it?” You asked.

           “I do plan to, I just, get scared.”

           “You abandon me,” You accused. “You give me your word and then at the last possible second, back out.”

           “I, no,” Hoseok shook his head, gone was the domineering, confident, J-Hope-Mic-Drop version of himself. Here stands Hoseok, scared to ride a horse, screams at balloons being popped, cuddle monster, multitudes of a man.

           “Yes, you do,” You repeated.

           “I don’t mean to,”

           “You do everything in RUN BTS! Everything, you eat it all, try it all, there isn’t anything you won’t do when the cameras on you!” You reprimand him.  

           “I have to,” He countered. It was true, a contract was a contract.

           “Is it that you get to do it with them?” You asked. “Is that the difference?”

           “No!”

           “Explain to me how you can be so,” You sighed. “You’re so intentional with everything you do, from music to fashion to writing and dancing… but when it comes to us, to me, you just stomp all over me. Namjoon’s the god of destruction but you, you just break my heart again and again.”

           “Baby-

           “No, Hoseok, no. I’m not your baby,”

           “You’re my girlfriend,” His confusion was written in the slope of his brows.

           “No, I’m not, because you don’t treat me like your girlfriend. You treat me like a toy, like a friend you get to be naked with, but you don’t treat me like I’m your girlfriend. So, I guess, I’m not.”

           “That’s not true,” He tried to argue, to protest, but he can tell, nothing he said that night would make a difference. He hurt you, however unintentional his actions were, he still hurt you.

           “That’s how it feels.” You muttered.

          “It’s not true,”

          “Then why do you just, you leave me. Today it was indoor sky diving, a month ago it was go carts, before that it was swimming with dolphins and taking the pram up to Jesus the Redeemer. You plan these elaborate trips, these excursions and exhibitions and just… leave me to experience it by myself. What’s worse is that you turn around do it with Bangtan! I’m tired of being second best.” You pushed yourself off the counter and begin to walk away from him.

          “What do you, what do you want me to do?” Hoseok asked.

          “I want you to leave and call me when you can treat me like your girlfriend.”

           That was three weeks ago.

          It wasn’t that Hoseok hasn’t called, or texted, or sent flowers and chocolate. He has. His “Good morning, I hope you have a beautiful day” texts continue to arrive around 7AM every day, followed by his mid-morning check in… But his efforts, his I love you’s, his song of the days, all go unanswered. You aren’t so cruel as to You just haven’t responded. You’re hurt, aching, disappointed. Hoseok couldn’t see you, and that was a devastating realization for both of you.

           For Hoseok, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to do all those things with you, or spend that time exploring. It was just, he didn’t know what it was. What stopped him?

           “What are you doing here?” You ask, staring up at Hoseok. He’d knocked on your door, no text or call warning you of his arrival, just showed up. In one hand he held a bag of take out, the other rested against your door frame, leaning.

           “We need to talk,” He says. “Can I come in?”

           “I, yeah,” You step aside to let him in. He kicks off his shoes, Gucci, before slinking off his jacket and face mask.

           “I stopped by your favorite,” Hoseok says, setting the bags on the counter.

           “Did you buy enough for us or all of Bangtan?” You question. Grabbing two plates, you stop to look over what he bought.

           “I got one of our favorites, then I got two new things for us to try,”

           “Why?”

           “Because, our relationship is about growth and moving forward together, and I’ve been asking you to do all that without me,” Hoseok stops fidgeting with the take out containers. “That hasn’t been fair to you, and I’m sorry.”

           “I don’t, I don’t know what to say,”

           “I didn’t realize the position I was putting you in. With Bangtan, we just power through it, do whatever we have to do. I guess, when I was given the chance to back out, I always took it because it was the only time I could,” Hoseok’s gaze finds yours, he’s surprised to see the warmth in your irises. “I’m sorry baby.”

           “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner,” You tell him, “I should’ve, and I could’ve said something instead of letting it bubble and boil,”

           “And burn,” Hoseok steps towards you, his cautious steps moving him incrementally closer. He’s moving far too slow, and you nearly leap at him pulling him against you. A muffled “Oh!” can be heard as your arms hold him tight, the physical contact needed after what felt like years apart.

           “I missed you,” You mumble, cheek pressed against his chest.

           “I missed you too,” Hoseok agrees.

           “I’m sorry I stopped answering you, that was shitty of me,”

           “I accept your apology,” He hums.

           “I accept yours too,” You tell him.

          Hoseok leans down, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Let’s try not to do that ever again, okay?”

          “Deal,” You pull away, eyes staring into his.

          “I love you,” Hoseok tells you.

          “I love you too,”

          “I’ve missed hearing that,” Hoseok says, leaning down to press his lips to yours. Damn if you didn’t miss his lips, on yours, on your neck, nibbling your ear, whispering, praising, licking, kissing… and his hands… touching, caressing, groping, tickling, tracing… He was everything you could dream of.

          “Hobi,” You whisper, lips close to his ear as his trail your neck.

          “Hm?”

          “I’m really hungry,” You inform him. He giggles before leveling his gaze.

          “Ready for this food adventure?” He asks.

          “Yes, but no backing out!”

          “Promise,” Hoseok smiles.

          And this time? He keeps his word.

Next: April’s Monthly Challenge

[joe-mazzello-archive]

Two Lost Souls

A Eugene Sledge x Fem!Reader fic

Rating: PG

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: references to the war/violence (duh), references to ptsd, panic attack/nightmare, snafu being his crass self, so much awkward flirting, a teeny tiny bit of angst

A/N: okay story time -- one day a few months ago i rewatched the last episode of the pacific and then took a nap and proceeded to have a lovely dream about cuddling with eugene in a train booth and running my fingers through his hair sooooo here we are. i’m extremely nervous to post this as it was a labor of love and it’s almost my first full period piece. i hope you enjoy! also bonus points if you know what book the reader is reading.

moodboard by @brianmays-hair

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The nightmares started while Eugene was still in Peleliu. Flashes of blood and corpses and metal and dirt. Screaming and explosions, the sound of bodies hitting the ground. But then he’d wake up to the same visuals, the same sounds. His reality was one long nightmare. There was no escape, no end in sight.

Now Eugene was afraid this was all a pleasant dream. No screaming, no blood. From the moment he set foot back on the mainland, he was in constant fear that he’d wake up and be back there. Especially when the nightmares felt so real. Sometimes he didn’t know what was his true reality.

It had taken a while to get the dirt out from under his fingernails, to get the stench out of his hair, but eventually he did feel clean again.

You can’t shower away the memories. Those linger much longer.

Distractions helped. He read, he smoked. He chatted with his fellow marines. He enjoyed the good food he was given, tried to find comfort in the bed he got to sleep in. He thought about Mobile and his parents and Sid and how he’d be home to them soon. He was hyper-focused on everything and anything, knowing that if he let his mind wander, it’d wander right back there.

It’s how he found himself people-watching at the bustling San Diego train station. The boys were prattling next to him about some girl Snafu had gone fishing for, but Eugene was more engrossed in the crowd around them. Sure there were tons of other marines around, but they were mixed in with parents wrangling their children, businessmen with their briefcases, lovers saying their goodbyes.

A flash of dark red caught Eugene’s eye. A woman, probably around Eugene’s age, stood alone on the platform, clad in a burgundy blazer and matching skirt with a brown trunk resting at her feet. Whereas most of the platform was hectic and frazzled, she stood firm and patient, a calmness about her. She seemed unperturbed by the world around her, lost in her own thoughts, her eyes cast downward as she let out a sigh.

She was beautiful.

Not in the way that the nurses back on the island greeted soldiers with their red-lipped smiles and white uniforms. Not in the way that the girls had primped for the Murphy High prom, practically fighting to dance with Sid while not paying Eugene any mind -- which seemed a lifetime ago now. No, this girl was beautiful in a way that Eugene couldn’t put his finger on. She was beautiful in a way that stopped him in his tracks like no girl ever had before.

The whistle of the train finally arriving at the station and a hand on his shoulder pulled Eugene out of his trance.

“Last leg, Sledge,” Burgie commented with a nod towards the train. Eugene replied with a half-smile before following the corporal, Snafu already ahead of them. Sneaking one last quick glance in the direction of where he last saw the beautiful woman, Eugene was greeted with a sea of people - no flash of burgundy in sight. With a sigh, adjusted the duffle on his shoulder and boarded the train, ready to get home.

--

You weren’t a big fan of long train rides. The rumbling of the cars, the confined spaces, the stale air, the bad food -- it was miserable. Last time you’d boarded a train, it had been under bittersweet circumstances - excitement mixed with worry. But three years had passed since you had arrived in San Diego, and after finding yourself jobless with no place to stay, your time in the port town had come to an end.

So you booked your ticket back home, with nothing but your childhood room and your disillusioned parents waiting for you. What a way to make an already miserable form of travel even more miserable.

You found your only solace was in reading. Luckily you had grabbed a newspaper from the stand at the station -- and snatched a book from your sister’s home before you left. You planned on losing yourself in words while the American countryside passed by your window. You had quite the trek ahead of you.

You sat at a table in the dining car, a bottle of barely-sipped cola accompanying the plate of lunch that had been hardly touched. You held the newspaper in one hand as you used your fork to idly push around your roasted potatoes.

“Is your meal alright, miss?” sounded the voice of a slender waiter above you. With a deep sigh, you lowered your paper and plastered a polite smile, meeting the young staff member’s stare.

“It’s just fine, thank you,” you replied, your voice cheery despite your true demeanor. The gentleman nodded before leaving you be, stepping to the next table. As you watched him leave, your eyes drifted across the aisle of the car. A lone marine sat at the table catty-corner to yours, a private first class by the looks of his uniform. His auburn hair was neatly coiffed and a striking nose divided his face. His eyes were downcast, staring out the window, an almost solemn look to him. Despite the dark circles under his eyes, he was handsome - in a genteel boyish way.

But he was no boy. Many of the servicemen you had encountered in the past few years maybe were boys before they left. But being sent overseas to be met with nothing but violence and death -- those boys grew up quickly. This marine was no different. You could see it in the distant look in his eyes. He had seen terrors and lived to tell the tale.

Your thoughts were disturbed by a drawling southern accent behind you.

“Hiya,” the voice greeted. You glanced over your shoulder to find another marine trailing behind a woman. The woman turned at the greeting. “I’m Merriel Shelton. How about I take you to the back and you can show me your caboose?”

You spun back forward, eyes wide and your hand shooting up to cover your mouth, hiding your smirk. And when a resounding slap echoed behind you, a short giggle escaped your lips. The woman stomped down the aisle in a tiff, while the extremely forward marine and his buddy took their seats, joining the lonely marine you had been admiring.

You shook your head at the antics, turning your attention back to your paper. The boys’ voices across the aisle carried over to your side, but you tried to tune them out, not wanting to unintentionally eavesdrop. You urged yourself to focus on the words in front of you, but your ears betrayed you. After reading the same sentence over four times, not digesting a single word, your gaze drifted back over to your marine, who had taken up buttering the biscuit that had been sitting on his plate. His posture and manner had shifted, he seemed more relaxed in the presence of his fellow soldiers. His eyes were soft and friendly, and the ghost of a smile had taken up residence on his face.

“Guess I’m gonna find out soon enough whether I’m getting married or not,” the colonel who sat across from your marine declared wistfully before turning his attention to your marine. “What about you, Sledgehammer?”

You grinned at what you assumed was a nickname. How a seemingly mild-mannered fellow like your marine could have gotten the moniker of “Sledgehammer” was beyond you. Your eyes drifted back to the man, interested in his answer. He seemed to ponder the question for a moment, a flash of uncertainty briefly crossing his face as he picked at his biscuit.

“I’m just hoping this Florence girl comes to her senses,” he finally cracked with a smirk. So he was clever, too. You found that you couldn’t help but smile through the exchange, your gaze dropping back to your lap.

“Got a job lined up in Mobile?” An Alabama boy. That was an interesting development.

“Nah,” he revealed, his apparent uncertainty no longer bothering him. “No job, no girl…no plans.”

You and the lone marine had more in common than you had originally thought.

“How long you think that’s gonna last?” the flirtatious marine from before inquired, relaxing back in his seat. But the laughter of a pair of businessmen passing by your table concealed the marine’s answer. You shot a glare towards the rowdy gentlemen’s backs. How dare they prevent you from snooping on some strangers’ conversation!

Your gaze fell back to the trio of boys, and you couldn’t help but admire the redhead’s smile. The way his eyes lit up with warmth at his friends’ jokes, the way the dimple between his brows appeared and disappeared -- he was beautiful.

You were lost in your musings when for a brief moment, your marine’s eyes suddenly locked on to yours.

His smile fell and a look you couldn’t identify -- confusion? recognition? irritation? -- flashed across the features of his handsome face before you broke the spell and looked back down at your paper. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you stared down at the black ink on the page. How embarrassing. You had been boldly staring at the man for an inappropriate amount of time -- listening to his conversation, no less -- and now you had been caught.

You couldn’t help but think about the marine’s reaction. In the fleeting moment that he held your gaze, it was almost as if he’d seen a ghost. You didn’t want him to think you were some creep or some crazy woman.

You lifted your eyes slightly, glancing across the aisle. Your marine’s cheeks were pink as he gazed back at you softly - but only for a moment before his eyes quickly fell back down to the plate in front of him.

And that became the game you played. As the train chugged through the desert - what you assumed was Arizona - you and your marine took turns stealing glances at each other. First you, then he’d notice and you’d look away. Then he’d stare and you’d catch him. Each time, a rosy color would come to his cheeks and a hint of a smile would appear. Your own shyness began to fade with each time you’d catch him, even throwing him a wink at one point.

After another hour or so, your marine’s friends elected to head back to their coach seats. You assumed your game was over, and you tried to not let yourself be too disappointed. You closed your paper, having finally read every word -- though whether you absorbed any of it was up for debate. You gathered your things, pondering your next move. Maybe you’d wander to the observation car - it tended to be quieter as the sun went down. You slung your messenger bag over your shoulder and were about to step into the aisle when you were met with the sight of your marine, alone once again, staring out the window. Just like the first time you noticed him.

You took a deep breath, channeled your sister’s boldness and took a seat at the marine’s table.

--

It was her. The mystery woman. The beautiful girl clad in burgundy from the train platform was sitting across from Eugene.

It took him a moment to collect his thoughts as he gaped at her. He had spent the last hour stealing glances at her across the aisle, unsure if she was real or simply a vision. Now there she was, close enough for Eugene to reach out and touch her, gazing at him with soft eyes and a friendly smile.

“Hi,” she spoke after a few moments, breaking the silence and Eugene’s daze.

“Hi,” Eugene practically whispered, unable to find his voice. He cleared his throat before starting again. “I do apologize for staring, miss. You know, before.”

The young woman let out a soft chuckle, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, let’s not pretend you were the sole offender, private. I believe I was staring at you first.” Oh how wrong she was. But Eugene would keep that correction to himself.

She offered her name and her hand across the table for a shake, and Eugene almost immediately felt at ease in her presence. She certainly was not like the girls back in Mobile.

“I’m Eugene,” he offered in return, trying to ignore how soft her hand felt in his. She smirked as she let him go.

“So where does ‘Sledgehammer’ come from then?” she questioned with a quirked brow, and Eugene flushed at his nickname falling from her gentle lips.

“My last name. Sledge,” he explained. “Private First Class Eugene Bondurant Sledge, at your service, miss.” His explanation earned a bright smile from the girl, and Eugene decided right then and there that he’d do anything he could to make her smile again.

“Well, pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Sledge,” she said with a nod.

“I assure you, the pleasure is all mine, miss.”

The woman playfully narrowed her eyes at Eugene, as if she were examining him.

“Was all that true? Before?” she asked before pursing her lips.

“Was what true?”

“No job. No girl. No plans,” she recited back to him, adding a twang to her normal voice. Eugene could feel the heat in his cheeks once again. He let out a nervous chuckle and scratched at the back of his neck.

“‘Fraid so, miss,” he responded, trying to hide his embarrassment. “Hope you don’t think less of me.” The woman shook her head as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms.

“Of course not,” she assured him. “I just don’t believe you.” She shrugged and cocked an eyebrow challengingly. Eugene was thrown off by her answer.

“You don’t believe me?” he inquired with a furrowed brow. She casually shrugged once again, as if she was making perfect sense.

“No way you can be this handsome and charming and not have a girl waiting for you back home.”

If the young woman was on a mission to make Eugene blush at all costs, she was extremely successful. Eugene shakily laughed as he stared down at his lap, unable to meet her gaze after that.

“My apologies, Mr. Sledge,” she spoke again, and Eugene let himself glance back up to see her timidly looking away this time. “That was awfully forward of me.”

Eugene was so thrown by his woman in burgundy. The prettiest dame he’d ever laid eyes on had gone out of her way to talk to him. Ask him questions. Compliment him. Yet he could see that she was just as nervous as he was. It was disarming in a way.

“No apology necessary, miss,” Eugene affirmed, offering a friendly smile when she met his gaze once again. “I’m just not used to getting attention from a gal as beautiful as you.”

A new game began. Eugene and his woman in burgundy took turns trying to make the other bashful, his confidence rising with every clever quip and retort to her own flirtations.

Eugene wouldn’t realize until much later that he hadn’t thought once about the war the entire evening.

--

“I feel like I should ask,” Eugene spoke up, rousing you from your thoughts. The two of you had relocated from the dining car to the observation car. You had been correct: it was virtually empty at this time of night, and the two of you were enjoying the peace. “Where are you off to?” You gave him a lopsided smile.

“Home,” you replied. “Tallahassee, Florida. Lived there my whole life until a few years ago.”

“Florida, huh? Why we’re practically neighbors,” Eugene commented with a grin. “So how did you end up in San Diego?”

“Few years back, my older sister married some businessman from California. Didn’t even get a chance to meet the man myself before he was drafted and shipped off to Europe.”

Eugene listened intently as you told your story. You knew he understood the horrors of war more than anyone else you’d ever spoken to.

“She demanded I come out to San Diego to stay with her,” you explained. “She’s always had terrible nerves and couldn’t bear to be alone in the house. So I took the train out, got a job at a bond office, and spent my free time keeping my sister away from the radio.” You let out a sigh and let your eyes fall to your lap before going on. “By the end, we assumed he’d be coming home safe and sound. They told us he was shot two days before the ceasefire was called.”

“To say my sister was distraught would be quite the understatement. After locking herself in her room for a week followed by five months of her ignoring my existence entirely, she told me I had until the end of the week to leave. Perfect timing really, since the bond office had terminated me that morning. No more war meant no more war bonds.” You shrugged as you recalled your story, as if it wasn’t such a fresh wound. You chanced a peek at Eugene, expecting a look of pity. But instead you were met with his warm hazel eyes, expressing nothing but understanding.

“So now here I am. Headed home. No job. No man. No plans,” you finished with a wink. Eugene smiled at your quip before turning to gaze out into the darkness.

“It seems like we both deserve to just do nothing for a while,” he suggested. Doing nothing. You quite liked the sound of that.

“Inspired idea, private.”

Eugene’s warm eyes locked on to yours once again, and you swore everything stopped and fell away. Nothing mattered except the marine in front of you, his bright smile, the lock of auburn hair that had fallen out of place. He was beautiful and clever and sweet, and though you knew he was haunted by his past, you’d never hold that against him. Gosh, you knew it was ridiculous, seeing as though you’d only met the man a few hours ago. But there was a part of you that wanted to pull him into your arms and never let go. Be there to make him laugh and make sure he knew he was safe. Listen to his stories and share yours in return. You wanted to do nothing for a while, like Eugene had said, but do that nothing with him next to you.

As you continued to gaze at the handsome man before you, you absent-mindedly tucked your bottom lip between your teeth. And you swore that for a brief moment, Eugene’s eyes fell to your mouth.

You practically lept to your feet, letting out a shaky breath before speaking.

“Well, I’m going to get some shut-eye,” you announced as you collected your things. “I suggest you do the same, private. Or at the very least you should spend some time with your friends before you have to see them off tomorrow.” Eugene, seemingly confused by the suddenness of your exit, nodded a few times before finding his voice.

“Right,” he said, “Well, goodnight.”

You cringed at what sounded like disappointment in his voice. You hadn’t meant to offend him - you just got startled is all.

You offered him a warm smile. “Goodnight, Eugene.”

You spun on your heels and headed for the doorway before you could change your mind and kiss him the way you really wanted to.

--

Eugene didn’t get much sleep that night, but that was nothing new. What changed is what kept him up. Thoughts of his burgundy girl swam through his head most of the night. He replayed every conversation they’d had, half of the time berating himself for what he said and the other half thinking about what he wished he’d said instead.

Snafu made sure to point out the bags under Eugene’s eyes that morning at breakfast.

But Eugene didn’t pay him any mind. He was too busy keeping an eye out for the woman, hoping he could flag her down to at least wish her a good morning.

By the late afternoon, there was no sign of the woman, and Eugene, Snafu, and Burgie had moved back to a booth in the coach car. Burgie was antsy, knowing they were not far out from his hometown of Jewett. He was recalling his excitement to see his little brother again when Snafu interrupted him, tapping his hand on Burgie’s chest.

“Would you look at her,” Snafu drawled out. Eugene glanced over his shoulder to where Snafu was indicating, only to be met with the sight of the very woman who had been on his mind all day, casually walking down the aisle towards him. She had traded out her burgundy ensemble for a cream colored blouse and a navy skirt. Eugene perked up, sitting up straight in hopes of getting her attention. But Snafu was faster, rising to his feet and cutting her off. She was surprised for a moment, but a look of recognition flashed across her face.

“Afternoon, miss,” Snafu greeted as the woman eyed him warily. Then her eyes flitted over to Eugene and a hint of a smile appeared. Then she looked back at Snafu.

“Something I can do for you, soldier?” she asked, arching an eyebrow and folding her arms across her chest.

“Ohh, there’s a lot you can do for me, girlie,” Snafu countered. “Hows about we head somewhere private and I’ll show you?”

Something in Eugene’s chest tightened at Snafu’s words. Sure, he had watched Snafu use line after line on any girl in his vicinity since they boarded the train. Even laughed at the man’s antics at times. But something was different about him putting the moves on his girl--or at least his friend. Acquaintance? Eugene didn’t know what the two of them were.

“Tempting,” she responded, rousing Eugene from his thoughts. “But I think I’m gonna sit and enjoy my book instead. Thank you for the offer, private.”

Snafu seemed confused -- Eugene assumed he was used to either getting the girl or getting a slap. He probably wasn’t used to getting no reaction at all. Snafu plopped back down in his seat, his brows furrowed, and Eugene chanced a look at the woman. She shot him a wink before settling in the booth directly across the aisle from the group of men and pulled out a book.

Eugene fidgeted in his seat -- his instinct was to go join her. But he respected her wishes. Maybe he’d ask her to dinner later.

--

It wasn’t long after you had settled into your booth that you watched Eugene say goodbye to his sergeant.

The mutual respect was evident, and the goodbye was definitely bittersweet. The normally chatty boys fell silent after he left, and Eugene’s far away look returned once again.

Eugene’s flirtatious friend then announced he was headed to the dining car to get a drink, and Eugene simply nodded, his gaze never leaving the window.

You waited until the audacious marine was clear out of the car before you shifted across the aisle to grab his empty seat. Eugene perked up immediately, sitting up and grinning.

“Afternoon, miss,” he greeted with a nod. “Sorry about Snafu before. I think he’s determined to pester every woman on this train before he gets off.”

“Oh, no apologies necessary,” you assured him with a chuckle. “I found it quite funny.”

Eugene’s eyes sparkled as he looked at you. Gosh, you’d almost forgotten how beautiful he was in the sunlight. Those hazel eyes you could just get lost in. You noticed the littlest bit of stubble had formed across his upper lip and around his jaw since last night.

Then you realized you were staring again and you quickly dropped your eyes to your lap out of habit.

“How’s your book?” Eugene spoke up, easing the awkwardness. You appreciated the gesture.

“It’s good so far,” you explained, patting the cover. “Not the most uplifting thing to read on the train, but I’m hoping it ends on a happy note.”

“What’s it about?”

You sighed as you stared at the book in your hands. “It’s about family hardships. Talks about poverty and alcoholism.” You paused to think for a moment before looking back up at Eugene with a smirk. “I don’t mind reading sad stories usually. But I can’t help but wish I’d stolen a happier book from my sister on my way out.”

That earned a chuckle from Eugene.

“Well, I--”

“Now now, what have we here?”

The two of you had been so focused on each other that neither of you had noticed that Eugene’s friend -- you remembered Eugene called him Snafu -- had returned, and was leaning against the side of the booth with a bottle of Coke in his hand.

“Thought you wanted to read your book?” Snafu continued, a playful tone to his voice. He cocked an eyebrow before taking a sip of his soda. You glanced over at Eugene to find him beet red in the face.

“Actually, I was just inviting Mr. Sledge here to grab some dinner with me,” you improvised, not wanting to have to lose your alone time with Eugene. “If he’d like.” His eyes lit up.

“I would be honored, miss,” Eugene replied, getting to his feet and holding a hand out for you. Your cheeks hurt from how wide you were smiling as you placed your hand into his and let him help you from the booth. Eugene looped your arm under his and began to lead you down the aisle when Snafu’s slow, southern dialect called out behind you.

“Oh, I see how it is. Well, don’t have too much fun, you two!”

--

“So what did you miss the most while you were away?”

The question surprised Eugene a little bit. It was the first time she had asked him anything that had to do with his experience in the war.

“My dog,” he replied, his eyes dropping to his half-empty plate. “Closest friend I’ve ever had. He passed while I was gone.”

She nodded in understanding, and Eugene appreciated that she didn’t offer him pity.

“Dogs really are better than humans sometimes.”

Eugene simply nodded as his gaze drifted out the window. Time passing in the pacific had been a blur, even with him keeping track of the days in his notebook. He couldn’t even remember when it was he got the letter about Deacon. Maybe it was sometime during Okinawa? It must have been. He was just so angry --

“Where do you go?” The woman’s voice interrupted Eugene’s thoughts, and he blinked rapidly as he realized he had been zoning out.

“Sorry, what?”

The woman seemed unfazed. She simply looked at him with curiosity, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

“When I first saw you yesterday, you were staring out the window. Eyes glazed over, lost in thought. You’ve done it a few times actually,” she explained. “You drifted off the same way just now. So my question is, where do you go?”

Where to start? Should he sit there and detail the horrors he’d seen? How every second he spent on those islands would flash before him, his brain forcing him to relive the atrocities he’d witnessed and been a part of? And could he even begin to put into words how affected he was? Was it fair to unload his burdens on this innocent girl, who’d brought him nothing but peace since he had set foot on the train platform?

“Back there,” was all he said, hoping it would be enough. It seemingly was, as his dinner date nodded her head once again. A silence settled over the pair, and Eugene couldn’t help but kick himself. If he hadn’t gotten lost in his thoughts before, she wouldn’t have asked and they could have continued their lovely dinner.

“I’m no expert,” the woman spoke up, and Eugene’s eyes locked on to hers. “But I have a feeling it’s going to take some time for you boys to fully leave that place.” The woman leaned forward, and Eugene was struck by how warm and comforting her eyes were. “And in my humble opinion, the world shouldn’t expect you to be okay right away.”

Eugene was blown away. This woman -- this beautiful, funny, clever, smart woman, who’d never set foot on a battlefield in her life -- somehow got it. Sure she hadn’t physically seen the things that Eugene had seen, and she never would, so she couldn’t completely understand. But she respected him and what he’d been through. And not in a superficial way, like when strangers on the street would thank him for his service. But in a way that made him feel seen and heard -- without having to speak a word of the horrors out loud.

With a nod of his head, Eugene finally spoke up.

“I appreciate that,” he said. “Now if only the rest of the world agreed with you.”

--

By the time Eugene and you walked back to the coach car, the sun had gone down completely. You could tell Eugene was beat, and you wondered if he even had slept the night before with how large the bags under his eyes were.

You tucked yourself back into your booth across from the boys, continuing where you left off in your sister’s novel.

The boys were relatively quiet next to you, and you realized after only a few moments that Eugene was out cold, slumbering against his duffle.

It soothed you to see him so peaceful. Your conversation over dinner had confirmed what you had expected to be true: Eugene could put on a face, but behind the facade he was extremely haunted by his time overseas.

It truly wasn’t fair. No one should be subjected to such horrors. Young boys with their futures ahead of them, shipped off to some foreign country, to either die or come back missing a piece of themselves? Tearing families apart and turning cities to rubble? It all seemed so pointless.

You were just one person. Just a simple girl from a small town, lost in your own life, unsure of where the path ahead would lead. But you had a loving heart and a warm embrace. And you’d give them both to Eugene, no questions asked. You could see yourself walking down that path with his hand in yours, figuring out how to navigate the future together. The thought of Eugene being there made it a little less terrifying. And you wanted nothing more than for Eugene to go through the rest of his life never feeling unsafe ever again.

You didn’t know how much time had passed when the train slowed to a stop. You watched as Snafu slowly got to his feet and grabbed his duffle from the bunk, swinging it over his shoulder. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, looking back at Eugene before stepping into the aisle. His eyes locked onto yours and he cocked his head back towards the sleeping marine.

“It’s rare to sleep well these days. Don’t want to ruin that,” he mumbled, clearly feeling like he had to explain himself to you. “I’m not one for goodbyes either.” You offered him an understanding nod and a friendly smile. Snafu returned your nod before heading down the aisle and out the door.

Sometimes you didn’t understand why men did the things they did. But you’d also never be able to understand the connection and camaraderie between servicemen. So you didn’t question Snafu’s decision to leave without waking Eugene.

Another hour or so had passed after the stop in New Orleans when you heard a whimper from across the aisle. Your eyes shot over to Eugene and your heart practically stopped. His eyes were closed tightly, his brow pinched, and he was gripping his own arms so hard his knuckles were practically white. He shook and thrashed in his seat, small cries escaping his lips that seemed to increase in volume each second.

You lept to your feet, throwing your book into your booth behind you before plopping next to Eugene and gently resting your hands on his.

“Eugene,” you whispered, trying not to wake him too harshly. He was clearly having a nightmare, and you didn’t know if trying to startle him awake was the right move. “Eugene, honey, wake up.”

He continued to shake, sweat forming on his forehead and his cries growing louder and louder. You moved your hands to his face, cupping his jaw gently and running your thumbs over his cheeks.

“Eugene!” you spoke louder and suddenly his eyes shot open and he sat up, gasping for air, but your hold on him prevented him from going too far. He blinked rapidly as his chest heaved, trying to get his bearings, but you continued to caress his face, murmuring affirmations to help him.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you,” you assured him. His big, hazel eyes were so sad as they stared into yours, and tears had begun to fall to his red cheeks. He let out a sob and you pulled him to your chest, cradling the back of his head as you wrapped your other arm around him. You held him close to you as he cried, your heart breaking at seeing him like this. You wished you could take every burden away from him. He didn’t deserve this. No one did.

A few nosy guests began to peek over their seats to see what was happening, frowns painted on their faces. As if this poor man’s trauma was an inconvenience to them. You glared daggers at them, and they shied away, slipping back into their seats.

You lost track of time, absentmindedly running your fingers through Eugene’s auburn locks as you held him. You began to softly hum a melody, a song that always comforted you when you were upset. Eugene’s cries began to quiet down, and his body shakes ceased.

Suddenly, he tensed in your arms before pulling away entirely. He wiped at his cheeks roughly as he sniffled, eyes locked on to his lap. You watched him carefully, unsure of what to do.

“Sorry,” he croaked out, his voice scratchy. “I, uh -- um, thank you for…” he trailed off, gesturing towards you with his hand.

“It’s okay,” you replied timidly. You knew he was embarrassed but you wanted to pull him back into your arms and assure him that he had no reason to be. But you waited, wanting him to come to you. His brow furrowed and you could practically hear his brain thinking.

“Now I guess you can see how broken I really am,” he said after a few moments and your heart ached.

“Eugene,” you practically cried. But he didn’t respond, instead turning sharply to face the dark window and letting out a shaky breath.

A tear escaped down your own cheek, your heart stinging at the rejection. But you opted to respect his space. With a sigh, you stood and shifted back over to your booth. You didn’t bother picking up your book, instead deciding to pull your own trunk and coat down from the rack and settling against them, hoping maybe you could get a little sleep.

--

Eugene didn’t bother trying to fall back asleep -- he knew wait awaited him in his dreams. Instead he focused on what he could see out of the train window. The sun eventually rose into the sky, and Eugene could finally see the greenery of Mississippi just before the train crossed the border into his home state.

He hadn’t taken a moment to look over at the woman he knew was still in the booth across from him. He couldn’t bear it. He was so ashamed of her seeing him like that. And then even more ashamed at how he’d pushed her away after she had been so kind to him. She hadn’t needed to comfort him, she had no obligation to do so. Yet she held him anyway. And Eugene had thanked her with a cold shoulder.

As the train pulled into the Mobile station, Eugene’s eyes scanned the platform. He couldn’t help but smile when he spotted Sid, leaning against his car.

Eugene slid out of the booth, grabbing his duffle and throwing it over his shoulder. A small voice sounded next to him.

“Eugene?”

The marine turned to find his woman in burgundy, eyes filled with so much worry, holding out a piece of paper.

“If you want to write. You don’t have to,” she explained, her voice uneasy. Eugene could feel his chest tighten. He hated that he had hurt her, made it so that she was so unsure around him. He gently took the piece of paper from her hand, his finger brushing hers just slightly. He was so tongue-tied, he had no idea what to say to her. So he simply offered her a soft smile and tucked the paper into his coat pocket.

As he made his way down the aisle, Eugene took a deep breath. Maybe one day he’d work up the nerve to write to her. He’d explain his actions and apologize profusely for his behavior. Hope that she’d forgive him but would understand if she didn’t.

But what was the point if he was always going to be broken?

--

You didn’t think you missed Tallahassee. But after settling back into your childhood home, visiting some of your old haunts, and reuniting with old friends, you’d begun to realize its charm.

Now that all the men were home from the war, jobs for women were scarce. You spent most of your time helping your mother around the house or taking walks downtown. Every so often you and some girlfriends would drive down to the beach, but other than that, you didn’t get up to much.

It had been a little over two months since you’d gotten home. You would have been lying if you said you hadn’t checked the mailbox religiously -- each day hoping a letter from Eugene would arrive. You knew the two of you had parted ways rather awkwardly, and you understood if a letter never arrived. But you really hoped you’d hear from him.

You opened the mailbox, only finding some random letters for your father. With a sigh, you headed back inside the house, dropping the letters on your father’s desk before heading down the hall to your room.

You collapsed on your bed with a groan, staring up at the ceiling. You needed to get Eugene off your mind. Maybe some of your friends knew some local servicemen who weren’t spoken for.

You were lost in your musings when a knock sounded at your door. Your mother called your name from the other side.

“You have a gentleman caller, dear,” she explained through the wood. “I didn’t know you knew any marines!”

You sat up with a jolt, eyes wide. Could it be?

“Be there in a minute, ma!” you called out, rushing to your vanity. You quickly checked yourself over, fixing your hair just slightly and patting down your skirt. You cursed at how your bed had wrinkled your blouse, but you didn’t have time to fix it. And if your caller was who you thought it was, you were sure he wouldn’t mind.

You practically flung open your door, pausing in the hall to take a deep breath before stepping out.

You were greeted with the sight of Private First Class Eugene Bondurant Sledge, adorned in his uniform, standing in your living room.

Eugene’s face lit up at your entrance, a huge smile plastered across his face. You grinned as you took him in -- he was even more handsome than you remembered.

“I’m sorry I didn’t write,” he said, breaking the silence. “I needed some time to get settled back home. And I figured you deserved an in-person apology for my actions.”

“Eugene, you have nothing to apologize for, I promise you,” you assured him as you took a step forward. You itched to reach out to him, but you knew your mother was watching nearby. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. Eugene was here, in the flesh, in your living room in Tallahassee. You could barely believe it.

“Ma’am? Do you mind if I take your daughter out for a walk around the neighborhood? I promise we’ll be back before supper,” Eugene inquired, addressing your mother, who had been lingering in the doorway of the kitchen. She grinned as she clasped her hands together.

“As long as you promise to join us for supper, Mr. Sledge.”

“It would be my pleasure, ma’am,” Eugene said with a sharp nod. He turned back to you and offered his arm. “Shall we?”

With a beaming smile, you looped your arm through his and let him lead you out the front door.

The two of you walked in silence for a few minutes, soaking up each other’s presence in the warm Floridian air. You nudged his shoulder slightly.

“I was right, you know,” you spoke up.

“About what?”

“You do have a girl.”

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[nutmegalomania]

amuse me

a bakugou x reader ff

description: working at an amusement park might seem like fun and games, but when you're stuck with your coworker bakugou katsuki, things may or may not be amusing—to say the least. with the way the two of you sling insults back and forth, your fellow coworkers had nicknamed the two of you 'love birds', a nickname bakugou was quick to shut down every time it's brought up. on the other hand, maybe you wished the title were true, but you'd never tell him that. or maybe you would.

ingredients: bakugou katsuki/reader, bakugou katsuki, tsundere bakugou, swearing, amusement park, co-workers, roller coaster, ferris wheels, make out on ferris wheel, one shot

flavor: sweet 🍬

calories: 8,562

🥐

A bead of sweat trickled down the back of your neck, and even with all the fans blowing cool air around you, the heat didn’t dissipate as you sat at the control panel for the rollercoaster, people shuffling in line as they waited, whether from the intense heat or from nerves, you didn’t know. To distract yourself from the sweltering heat, you picked at the dirt beneath your manicured fingers and waited for the cars to return back to the station so the riders could exit and new victims—you meant, amusement park goers—could settle into their seats and experience the ride you operated. The shifting of those waiting in line rang in your ears and mixed with the heat to give you a headache.

The rails clinked as the cars returned, the riders sitting in silence with their messy hair from the wind, eyes wide as they processed what happened. You pressed the button to unlatch everyone’s bar that secured them in place, and little by little, the people pushed it out of their way and exited the cars, excitedly talking to their friends about how every twist and turn caught them off guard and how they’d be willing to ride it again. You didn’t miss the few glances sent back at you as a group of teenage boys whispered to each other about you, the comments about how pretty you were inflating your ego, and you offered them a little wave and smile, topped off by a wink that sent them blushing and scurrying away.

You chuckled to yourself and leaned back in your seat, relishing in the cool air that blew against your warm face. A burning sensation on your face that wasn’t from the heat grabbed your attention, and you dragged your eyes up to look at your coworker, Bakugou Katsuki, who glared at you, arms crossed and forearm muscles flexing as his eyes told you to hurry up. With a roll of your eyes, you grabbed the microphone on the control panel, and after hitting the button below it, urged the people waiting to file into their cars and ready themselves for departure. You pressed the button to lower the seat bars and watched as Bakugou went around to each person to check their seats to make sure they were secured.

Air blew through your nose as you suppressed a laugh from escaping your mouth as you watched a girl twirl her hair around between her fingers, eye-fucking Bakugou as he leaned forward to push the bar down, and you didn’t miss the way she placed her hand on the bar before he retracted his. He offered her a nod with a deadpan face, and you covered your mouth as the girl sat there with wide eyes. Another girl called out that she thought her seat was loose, and Bakugou sighed before he walked over to her to check her seat, which you knew was fastened well. Another day, another attempt at the girls to flirt with Bakugou, though he met each attempt with the same bored expression. Once he pulled away from the cars and stood off to the side, you grabbed your handy-dandy microphone again and tapped it a few times to test it.

“Are you all ready to depart from the station?” you asked with your best announcer voice, and a few mumbles met your ears. You shook your head. “I couldn’t hear you! I said, are you ready to depart?” This time, a loud chorus of voices cheering “yes” answered you, and you smiled while Bakugou gave you an irritated look. You ignored him and focused on the buttons in front of you, a small smile spreading on your face as you eyed the red button in the center, aka your favorite button to press. “Okay! You’ll be departing in… Three… Two…” Before you reached one, your hand dipped down to slam into the red button, and the roller coaster shot off from the station, confused screams echoing as the people shot forward without warning.  

You turned your attention towards the people waiting in line, and you offered a sickly sweet smile and wave of your hands as they gave you frightened looks. Bakugou made his way over to you, his shoulders shaking as he tried to hide his laughter. He stood beside your little hut and leaned his forearms against the window.

“That wasn’t very nice of you,” he said, and you let out a scoff.

“Says you. I saw you trying to hold back your laughter. This is like the fiftieth time I’ve done this, so you shouldn’t be surprised anymore. Plus, it’s the only thing keeping me from running away and dunking my head into a bucket full of ice.” You shuddered as another bead of sweat rolled down your spine, and an idea came to your mind. You turned your head to the side and gave Bakugou your sweetest smile and tilted your head. “Would you be a dear and buy me a cool drink? I might just pass out at this rate,” you said.

“No.”

Damn, you didn’t expect him to shoot you down right away.

“Why not?” you whined, really wanting a cool drink to help with the headache and heat stroke.

“Because you’re gross. Don’t try to treat me like those pubescent boys you love flirting with. Makes you look ugly.”

“But I have a headache,” you said, and he rolled his eyes.

“Not my problem,” he said, and he pushed himself off from the window. Before he could leave, though, you grabbed his arm to keep him there, and he looked at you with annoyance.

“Now look here, Ba-chan,” you said, loving the way his jaw twitched at the nickname he so hated from you. “I’m not the one who came to work late now, am I? I’ve been here two hours longer than you have, meaning I’ve had to work in this sweltering heat two hours more than you. I had to walk back and forth those two hours because you weren’t here to do your job, so the least you can do is get me a drink as a thank you for my hard work.” You leaned in closer to his face, and he flinched slightly at your proximity to his face. “You have about 10 minutes left before the next batch of people are up."

“First off, don’t call me ‘Ba-chan’, ugly,” he said, prying your iron grip from his arm. “And second off, stop bringing that up, you whore. The boss already chewed me out for being late, even though I told him I had to take an important exam, so I don’t need your annoying voice adding to my irritation. Get your own drink if you have time.” 

You retracted your hand and crossed your arms over your chest. “But I’m sitting down, and you’re standing up. It only makes sense that you go. I can even give you money, so just grab a drink. You already wasted like half of the time by doing nothing, shrimp dick. Now get going or I’ll kick you.”

“What did you call me, bitch?” He glared at you, and if you didn’t have millions of pictures of blackmail of him, you would have cowered in your seat from fear. Instead, he just looked like an angry pomeranian.

“Nothing, asswipe. Now go or I’ll tell Boss you tried to ditch work to fool around with a girl.”

“You manipulative slut.” He let out an exasperated sigh and ran a hand through his puffy hair. “I’m five seconds away from killing you right here and now.”

You bit your lip and gave him a wink. “That’s sexy.”

His lip curled in disgust. “Die. Just die, you disgusting excuse for a human being. I’ll get you your damn drink if it means you’ll never spew shit like that ever again.”

You tapped your chin and hummed in thought for a few seconds, hiding your smile as you watched Bakugou shift in place as he waited for you to say something. “Deal,” you said after a few seconds, and you shoved money into his hand before waving goodbye to him.

He didn’t miss the chance to curse you out as he stomped away from the ride towards the nearest drink stand, and those in the line watched him in silence as he disappeared. With him gone, you leaned forward and rested your elbows on the panel in front of you, your forehead positioning itself against your hands as you rubbed your temples in an attempt to alleviate your headache. It didn’t take long before Bakugou returned with both his hands full and a bucket clutched between his arm and torso. He stood behind you and shoved a cup of shaved ice into your hand while he placed the other cup he held into the bucket, which you found out housed ice water. 

You reached a hand up to ruffle his hair, shocked by how soft the strands felt against your fingertips. “Good boy,” you said.

“Yeah, whatever. Now don’t complain about your headache anymore. It’s annoying,” he said after he swatted your hand away from his head.

You smiled at him and spooned a chunk of shaved ice into your mouth, your eyes turning into crescents as you lost yourself in the refreshing feel of coldness that rushed over your body and mixed with the sweet flavorings. You hummed in content with a wide smile on your face, and Bakugou crossed his arms as he watched you eat.

“There’s a drink by your feet in the bucket if you get thirsty.” He pointed towards the bucket he placed near your feet, and you followed with your eyes.

“Thank you!” you said, and he rolled his eyes. You grabbed a spoonful of shaved ice and held it out for him. “Say ‘ah’!”

Bakugou gave you an incredulous look and pushed the spoon out of his face. “I don’t like that flavor.”

You huffed and plopped the spoon into your mouth. “You should have got one you liked so we could share it!” you mumbled around the spoon, your eyes trailing after a sweat bead that trickled down the side of his face and his neck before it disappeared underneath the collar of his shirt. 

“Just do your job,” he told you as he turned around and walked back towards the railway as the sound of screams and wheels screeching came closer. Though he acted like that, you didn’t miss the redness of his ears as his back became smaller.

“Fine, be that way, fucknugget. I’m never offering you any food ever again, bitch!” you called out to him, and he responded by flicking his middle finger at you. 

The cars returned, and you released the restraints and watched the riders stumble out of their seats towards the exit. You and Bakugou’s eyes met, and you stuck your tongue out at him, his hand tightening around his bicep as he suppressed the urge to strangle you. As the next group of people settled into their seats and Bakgo adjusted their seats, you pushed the button that shot them forward after they answered your question, not even bothering to count down. This time, Bakugou didn’t hold back his laughter, and you felt your chest warm as the sound spread through the air and reached your ears, bringing a small smile to your face as you watched his chest bounce from the laughter. Maybe you could handle being stuck here a little bit longer.

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The moment one of your coworkers offered to take you and Bakugou’s roles at the roller coaster, you jumped on the chance to leave and get some well deserved rest. You and Bakugou walked side by side while you sipped on the Cola he bought for you a couple hours ago, no destination in mind. All you wanted to do was eat some good ass good and sprawl out on a comfortable chair instead of a rickety wooden stool that wobbled at the slightest movement. Your face lightened up when you spotted a group of your coworkers sitting around a group of tables, munching on burgers, pizza, and chilli dogs, and you rushed over to them to steal an empty seat. 

“Heyya, there,” one coworker said.

“Hi, Yurina. Junta, Mina, Daisuke, Haru.” You saluted them as you pulled out the chair and plopped down into it, spreading your legs out and slouching as Yurina slid you a slice of pizza. Bakugou took a seat across from you and fixed you with a disappointed look. You took a bite of pizza before you sipped on the Cola, the liquid disappearing and leaving behind a sucking sound that irked Bakugou.

“Shut up. You’re pissing me off,” he growled, and the other coworkers stopped their conversation to look between the two of you. Junta pulled out a bag of popcorn and munched on it while watching with wide eyes and slapped Mina’s hand away when she tried to steal some.

“What? I’m just finishing my drink off. Don’t get your panties in a twist, sweetums,” you fired back, and he clenched his jaw.  

“If you’re done, then you don’t need to keep sipping from it, fuckface.”

“I gotta make sure I get every last drop, okay? Just chill out. Eat a Snickers. You’re not you when you’re hungry,” you said, and your coworkers chuckled before they shut up when Bakugou turned his irritation towards them.

“Shut. Up.”

You leaned your head against the back of the chair. “Getting really creative there, aren’t ya, Ba-chan?”

“I’ll kill you, fuckslut.”

“I’d like to see you try, shrimp dick,” you shot back.

“Stop calling me that.”

You just shrugged your shoulders and shook the cup in your hand. The ice rattled around inside it, and a drop of condensation dripped down onto the ground as you sat there in silence. “But it’s the truth.”

Your coworkers froze as they waited for Bakugou’s reaction, and it didn’t take long for it to happen. The moment those words left you, he stood from his seat, the chair screeching against the ground, and stalked towards you. You crossed your legs to keep a distance between the two of you as he stood in front of you with neck veins popping. Your leg between the two of you didn’t stop him as he leaned forward, hands bracing against the arms of the chair as he brought his face close to yours. Your body tensed as you stared right into his eyes that burned with irritation.

“Do you wanna bet?” he said, and you gulped, cursing yourself for getting intimidated by him.

You tried to play your hesitation off by scoffing, and he cocked an eyebrow at your response. “What are you gonna do? Whip it out right now? I don’t think that would be a good idea. You don’t want to ruin everyone’s appetite now, do you?” 

“I really want to strangle you right now,” Bakugou breathed out, and you smirked at him.

“Do it then. I’ll enjoy it.”

Your response left him speechless, and before he could do anything, a coworker interrupted.

“Okay, that’s enough, lovebirds. We get it. The two of you are madly in love,” Yurina said, and Bakugou stared at her with a wide open mouth and disbelief in his eyes.

“Huh?! What makes you think I like this ugly bitch?” Bakugou questioned as he pointed a finger at you. 

You held your hands up in mock surrender, eyebrows raised as you leaned back in your chair even more. “Hey, I know I’m irresistible, Ba-chan, but to deny your undying love for me that hard? Sounds fishy to me.”

He whirled around to look at you, eyebrows furrowed and forehead creased. “You hate me just as much as I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah, asseater. Whatever you say.” You waved a hand in front of your face in dismissal of his words, and he readied himself to stomp forward and wrap his hands around your throat to shake you by your neck.

Daisuke held up a hand to stop him. “Hey now. Don’t go attacking her. She’s like our mascot, so don’t mess up her cute face.”

Mina sighed. “I’m right here. I thought we agreed that I was the mascot of this amusement park.”

“You’ve got nothing on Y/N,” Haru said as he ruffled Mina’s hair and chuckled when she whined and slapped him.

“Yeah, if you’re gonna do something to her, Baku boy, do it where people won’t see it. I’d say your best bet is to kick her ass or give her a purple nurple. That would be funny!” Junta said, and Yurina stole the popcorn bucket from his hands and threw it away, much to the boy’s dismay.

“You should know better than to purple nurple a girl, stupid,” Yurina told him.

“I thought the name calling was Y/N and Bakugou’s thing…” he trailed off, and Yurina pinched him.

Before anyone could say anything else, Bakugou let out a loud sigh. “I’m off. See you losers later,” he said as he walked towards the park entrance, his hand raised beside him in farewell.

“Huh? But I thought we were having a nice conversation...” Haru said, but Bakugou didn’t respond.

“Boss is gonna get mad at you, Baku boy!” Junta called, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice. “You came two hours late and got off before everyone else. Get ready for another lecture tomorrow!” 

“Fuck off! I’m leaving cuz there’s nothing else for me to do, and all of you guys are pissing me off.” He flicked you all off before he disappeared out the entrance, and you took one last sip from your cup, wincing at the watered down taste of Cola hitting your tastebuds.

“I guess that’s my cue to leave! See you all later!” you said as you jumped out of your seat and dropped your cup full of melted ice mixed with droplets of Cola you didn’t quite get out. 

“Aw, come one! You’re gonna be a wet blanket just like Bakugou?” Junta asked, and you shook your head.

“I’d love to laugh with you over funny park goers, but I’ve had a headache for the past 4 hours, and it hasn’t gotten better. I’m going to take some medicine and catch some Zs so that I can return tomorrow in tip-top shape! Love ya!” You blew all of them a kiss before you skipped off after Bakugou to reach your car.

You saw your target fishing his keys out of his pockets, and you snuck forward before you jumped out and poked him in the side. He cursed and clutched his side as he whirled around at you.

“What the fuck, bitch. Don’t do that shit,” he cursed at you, and you giggled.

“Yeah yeah, I won’t do it again. Just wanted to say see you tomorrow, shrimp dick,” you told him, and he rolled his eyes.

“I hope you get your day off soon so you can leave me the hell alone,” he said before he slipped into his car and drove off without another word, leaving you waving at his retreating car. He rolled his window down and stuck his middle finger out at you, and you chuckled before going to your own car and sighing as you turned it on.

Oh, how you hoped you would get your day off soon, too. 

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Your next day off came too late, in your opinion. A full week of sitting on a hard, wooden bench made your ass ache, and the constant summer heat didn’t help any, especially when it combined with Bakugou’s constant annoyed glares whenever you stopped moving to collect your bearings. Now, you could relax the whole day without worry of pubescent boys trying to flirt with you as the heat threatened to kill you. The only problem was you had no idea where to go. 

As the amusement park was your job and required a large amount of your time, it was the only place you could think of going besides maybe the mall or a cafe, which you had already stopped by on your way home from work the few days before to grab some cute outfits. You made sure to check the weather forecast this morning, and a smile stretched across your face when it showed that today would be a lot cooler than the past week had been. You decided to wear one of the new outfits you bought since the weather would permit it.

After you pulled on your jean shorts that showed off the curve of your body and stared at your ass in your body length mirror longer than you would care to admit, you pulled on a tank top and wrapped a flannel around your waist before finishing the outfit off with combat boots. You got into your car and drove off towards the amusement park to let yourself loose. Families and couples filed into the park, and you settled into the line to get your ticket before you walked around the park to find something to do. 

You decided to play at the arcade for an hour, too afraid to go on a ride by yourself. A few boys tried to chat you up, but one glare from you sent them turning away with their tails between their legs. When you died in your zombie game, you cursed and exited the arcade to find your next time waster. Outside a restaurant, you spotted two familiar people, one of them furiously twisting their head around to get a look at their ass. 

You walked up to them, and Yurina greeted you while Mina busied herself with pulling her shorts around to check them. A red splotch on them told you all you needed to know, and when Mina spotted it, her eyes widened.

“No, no, no , no! This can’t be happening. Oh my God!” Mina freaked out as Yurina checked her backside to be safe.

“Shit, you did bleed through. You don’t have any spare shorts, do you?” she asked the panicking girl, who shook her head and crouched onto the floor while she clutched her head.

“This is so embarrassing! What-what if one of the guys saw? Do you think they’d make fun of me?”

You crossed your arms. “If they do, I’ll beat their asses for you.” A hand reached down to the knot that kept your flannel secured around your waist, and you untied the shirt to hand it to Mina. “Wrap this around your waist. It’s thick enough, so it should cover it up. Plus, it’s red and black, so nothing should show up.”

“Oh, thank you, Y/N! I’ll make sure to clean it before I give it back to you tomorrow!” Mina said as she grabbed the shirt from you and wrapped it around her waist, bowing to you in thanks once she fastened it.

“Just don’t overwork yourself. I’ll be getting going now. There’s many more rides for me to go on!” You waved goodbye to the two of them and set off to your next destination: a food stand because hunger gnawed at your stomach. 

Though several restaurants stood around you and beckoned for you to come inside, all you wanted was a corndog from your favorite stand. The line wasn’t long, luckily for you, and you walked up to the window to give Haru a smile as he readied himself for your order.

“I’m guessing you just want what you always get,” he said, and you nodded.

“Yup! You know me so well.”

He shook his head as he busied himself with getting your food for you. “You should really get something else than just this all the time. It isn’t healthy, and it doesn’t taste that good.”

“Should you really be saying that about the food you’re making?” When he shrugged, you sighed. “You’re right, but I honestly don’t care anymore,” you said as you placed your money in front of him and leaned against the frame of the stand. “I came here just for you.” You winked at him, and he rolled his eyes with a smile.

“Just take your corndog and get out of here. You’re holding the line up.”

You took the corndog from him and stuck your tongue out at him before you left the line and worked on eating the hot dog on a stick. As Haru said, it wasn’t very good, but anything was good enough for your hungry stomach. You just wanted to see Haru in his cute little hat to recharge your battery, hence why it was your favorite stand.

The taste of wood hit your tongue, and you pulled the stick out of your mouth, the corndog gone. You flicked the stick into the trash can and hummed as you shoved your hands into your pockets while you walked around aimlessly. A familiar mop of fluffy blond hair caught your eye, and you hurried forward to catch the person as they stood in front of a drink stand. They looked off to the side, and you gasped.

“Ba-chan!” you said in surprise as you locked eyes with Bakugou, a finger pointing at him, and he scowled as he paid for his drink and left the line.

“Stop calling me that, asshat.” He took a sip of his drink and stepped towards you to drop your hand that pointed at him. 

You hmphed and crossed your arms. “Then what should I call you, huh?” A name crossed your mind, and you held back a chuckle. “How about ‘Tsukki’? Y’know, cuz Katsuki! Am I genius, or am I genius?”

“What the fuck…? No. No way in hell are you calling me that. Not even my parents call me that.” He glared at you as you giggled to yourself over your nickname for him.

“It’s either Ba-chan or Tsukki, sweetums. Take your pick.”

He rolled his eyes at you. “Fine. Just call me Tsukki.”

You squealed in excitement and fished out your phone, going to contacts—you forced him to give you his number in case of emergencies—and changing his name to ‘Tsukki 🤬💢🖕🏻💣💥'. “Ooh, what’s my name in your phone?”

“Annoying, useless shitfuck,” he said, and you stared at him. “What? It fits you.”

“Well then, if I’m so annoying, then I guess I’ll just stick to you the rest of your time at the amusement park.”

“No. Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Because I want to annoy you. Also, you’re alone, and I’m alone. It’s depressing going on rides without someone else. You’re my scapegoat so that people don’t judge me,” you told him, and he crumpled the empty cup in his hand and tossed it into the trash. Without a word, he walked in the other direction, leaving you behind to scramble up to him. “You didn’t answer whether you’d mind or not.”

He kept his eyes focused ahead of you and didn’t spare you a glance. “Just do whatever the hell you want.” 

A bright smile lit up your face, and you grabbed onto his arm, much to his surprise, and dragged him to a ride. Though it wasn’t as hot as the past week had been, the sun still bore down on you, and all you wanted was to cool off. The amusement park’s version of Splash Mountain moved on in front of you, people squealing or yelling when water splashed them. You kept a grip on Bakugou to keep him from running, and he didn’t try to shake you off. 

Your turn came, and you settled into the seat with Bakugou grumbling to himself as he climbed in next to you. You tapped your feet in anticipation, and the bar lowered. Junta came over to press them down, and his eyes widened when he saw you sitting next to Bakugou. 

“So you two finally decided to go on a date, huh? Took you all long enough,” he said as he secured the bar and pushed it up against your thighs.

“Like hell it’s a date. There are other people on this ride, so go secure them in, dipshit,” Bakugou snapped at him, and Junta chuckled before he went to the other passengers.

“You’re getting a little defensive there, aren’t ya, Tsukki? Are you sure you don’t want this to be a date?” you asked him as you wrapped your hands around his bicep to lean close to the side of his face.

“Your nails are digging into me,” he said, and you released him.

“Oh, sorry.” You placed your hands in your lap and sat straight in your seat. Before long, the ride started, and you sat stiffly in your seat as Bakugou stared off to the side with a bored expression. 

You let out a sigh as the cart rose up a small hill, ready for it to crash down and send water splashing all over you. The ride stalled at the top of the rise, tottering ever so slightly, and screams erupted when it shot forward down the steep slope into the water that waited at the bottom. You hummed in content as cool droplets of water splashed over you and drenched your warm body. You wiped wet strands of hair out of your eyes and pulled your shirt off of your body before you turned to the side to look at Bakugou. Your hand shot up to cover your mouth as you looked at his usually puffy hair sitting flat against his face, lips turned into a scowl as his bangs blocked his vision.

“You look like a wet dog!” You couldn’t hold back your cackles as you pointed at him and clutched your stomach as it began to hurt from how hard you were laughing. 

He pushed his hair back out of his face and glared at you as the cart pulled up to a stop and let you off. You kept laughing at him as he stomped off. After you let all your giggles out of your system, you rushed after him to drag him to the next ride. Though he complained, he still let you pull him around.

Even when you forced him to stand in line for the spinning teacups, he acted annoyed, but he never left the line and stood right beside you. He fixed you with glares whenever you spun the teacup as fast as you could, but he never yelled at you, the happy smile on your face enough to keep his mouth shut. With the wind whipping around you, his hair dried and returned to its puffy shape. Once the teacup ride ended, you pulled a wobbly Bakugou to bumper cars where you targeted him and harassed him while he cursed at you, earning a lecture from Daisuke about keeping the language to a minimum when children were around when the bumper cars stopped. 

You watched as Bakugou kept his head down while Daisuke chastised him, and you covered your mouth to hide your laughter. Daisuke let him off with a slap on the back, and he wished the two of you a happy date, which Bakugou gave him an earful for even suggesting. You then dragged Bakugou off to go-karts after he calmed down. The way you lapped him with ease made you wonder how he even got his license, but you kept that question to yourself. 

You and Bakugou slumped onto a bench to catch your breaths from all the running around you forced both of you to do, and you leaned your head back and spread your arms across the back of the bench. Bakugou braced himself on his knees as he took deep breaths. He leaned back against the bench, and when he hit your arm, he grabbed it and placed it in your lap.

“You’ve had your fun of dragging me around, so it’s my turn to choose where we go,” he said, and you nodded, not listening to what he was saying.

You wish you had because the rollercoaster he dragged you towards was one you’d sworn to never ride in a million years. The many loopty loops and steep drops coupled with twisting rails and sharp curves made you five seconds away from pissing yourself from fear. Just staring at it as the cars shot around it at a furious pace made your legs weak, and you readied yourself to run away. Too bad Bakugou had an iron grip on your wrist as he pulled you towards the stairs that led up to the platform. When you reached it, he urged you to go first, whether to keep your from running away when he wasn’t looking or to stare at the view of your ass, you didn’t know. 

With a trembling leg, you stepped up onto the first step and then the next, and the next, Bakugou right behind you. You felt eyes boring into your ass, and to hide your shaking, you glanced over your shoulder.

“Are you staring at my ass?!” you asked as you turned around to see your ass level with Bakugou’s face as you stopped climbing the stairs. He tilted his head to the side as his hand gripped the railing, and he fixed you with an annoyed expression.

“You’re the one shoving it into my face. Either hurry the fuck up or let me go in front of you if it bothers you that much, dumbass.”

“I’ll fucking sit on you, pomeranian,” you told him through clenched teeth.

“And I’ll push you off, shitlicker.”

You hmphed and started up the stairs faster until you reached the line for the roller coaster. Though you played it off and acted nonchalant about everything, you couldn’t hide the fact that your legs shook and that sweat formed on your hands and made them clammy. You’d never admit it to Bakugou, but you hated roller coasters, even though you worked at one with him. The twists and turns mixed with the zipping speed of the cars made you sick to the stomach. The line moved forward, but you stayed in place. Bakugou nudged you with his elbow, and you stumbled forward, your legs threatening to give out from underneath you at any moment.

“Get moving, dumbass. You’re holding the line up.” When you didn’t move, he leaned down into your ear, his hot breath fanning the shell of it. “Don’t tell me you’re scared. The Y/N who acts all high and mighty being scared of a little roller coaster? Unthinkable.”

“Shut up,” you ground out, and you forced yourself forward until you stood right against the gate that led to the platform, the batch of people in front of you settling into their seats and being secured in before Yurina started the ride and watched them shoot off. 

Shallow breaths came out of you as your chest heaved, and you clutched the railing to support your failing legs. When you just about crumpled to the floor, Bakugou wrapped an arm around your waist to steady you.

“Are you okay? If you couldn’t handle this roller coaster, you should have told me. We can exit the line now if you need to,” Bakugou told you, and you shook your head.

You looked back at him and gritted your teeth as you glared at him. “I’m… I’m not a pussy…” As the cars returned, you pushed yourself up, gave a worried Yurina a weary smile, and waited for the gate in front of you to open up and let you file out into your seat.

Once the people left and the gate opened, you trudged forward towards a seat somewhere in the middle, Bakugou trailing after you. With shaky legs, you clambered in, almost tripping as your leg fell down. Bakugou grabbed your arm to stabilize you, and you would never let him know how much his warm hand on your skin calmed you. Your leg bounced as you waited for a worker to secure the bar around you, and nerves ate at your stomach as the countdown for the ride started in your mind. 

Your whole body shook, and Bakugou wrapped his larger hand around yours to settle your nerves. If the iron grip you had on his hand hurt, he didn’t show it and let you lace your fingers with his to squeeze his hand like a stress ball. The gears on the cart groaned, and you jumped, clutching onto Bakugou’s arm and hiding your face in his shoulder. The fear overcoming you outweighed your embarrassment from relying on Bakugou, and when Yurina pressed the button and sent the carts off, you squeezed your eyes shut and held onto his arm for dear life as you felt the wind whip around you and throw your hair around willy nilly. Bakugou never let go of your hand, and whenever you clutched onto him harder, he squeezed your hand a few times to calm you. 

The ride came to an end, and you thanked all the gods you knew that it was over. You didn’t have to be told twice to get the hell off there. After throwing the bar up, you clambered over Bakugou to set foot onto the safe and stable platform. Your whole body shook, and bile threatened to come out of you. Bakugou climbed out after you and rested a hand on your back. He rubbed circles on your back while you walked towards the exit.

“Have fun, love birds,” Yurina called out to the two of you, and Bakugou didn’t say anything as he held onto your arms to steady you and lead you off of the platform and down onto the main walk areas. You stood in place at the base of the steps for a few minutes to make the shaking in your legs calm and your heart rate return to normal. 

“It was cute how you clung to me on the roller coaster. If I knew you’d be that adorable, I would have dragged you on it long ago,” he said to break the silence between the two of you, and once the words left his lips, his face reddened.

Your face mirrored his as the words sank in. “Sh-Shut up,” you stammered, still shaken from the roller coaster, and his words only added to your nerves.

“Sorry,” he said, and he zipped his lips. You weren’t used to a quiet Bakugou, but you were glad he didn’t resort to his usual curses or anger and instead let you calm down.

You took a deep breath once your heart returned to normal. The sky above you reminded you of cotton candy, and you realized how late it was becoming as the sun sank in the sky. The day was coming to an end, and you still had one thing left to do.

“Let’s ride the ferris wheel,” you said, and Bakugou blinked at you.

“No,” he told you with a shake of his head, and you rolled your eyes.

“Come on! No amusement park visit is complete without the ferris wheel! It’s a classic, Tsukki.” You gripped his hands and tried to pull him towards the line at the colorful wheel, but he didn’t budge.

“It’s so cliche though. Let’s just go on the Death Drop and finish there,” he said as he planted his feet to keep from moving. You almost fell as you pulled him, and you scowled at him when you regained your balance.

“Don’t be like that! There’s nothing wrong with the ferris wheel! Are you just afraid that others will misinterpret it?” You perked your eyebrow up at him, and his lip pulled back into an annoyed snarl.

“Hell no.”

“Then there shouldn’t be a problem now should there?” you asked, and he sighed.

“I guess not.”

You smiled, happy you won the small argument, and without a word, the two of you trekked off towards the ferris wheel line. Though it was long, your excitement to ride one after several years outweighed it, and the long wait seemed to pass by in a few seconds as you bugged Bakugou. Once your turn to get into a cart arrived, you didn’t waste any time yanking him into it. You settled down onto your seat, Bakugou taking his across from you, and the cart moved.

As the ferris wheel climbed in the air, you leaned against the window to peer down on the people below. You giggled as you watched the people scurry around on the ground, couples running off to rides together or parents corralling their kids to tables to eat. You peered over at Bakugou, who sat with his legs sprawled and arms crossed over his chest as he let out irritated sighs.

“What crawled up your ass and died?” you asked while you gave him a disgusted look.

“Nothing. Just let me enjoy one damn ride in peace,” he said, and your eyebrows shot up on your forehead as you stared at him in disbelief.

“Excuse me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Bakugou stared at you with slitted eyes. “Today was supposed to be my day off, but instead of being able to relax by myself, you come along and drag me everywhere. Then, when I try to go on a ride that I enjoy, you freak out and almost run off.”

“Well sorry that I thought maybe you’d have fun on bumper cars or go-karts.” You crossed your arms over your chest and returned the glare to him.

“That’s exactly what I mean. You thought I’d like them instead of actually asking me what I’d like to do.”

You blinked as his words sunk in. It was true; you had only dragged him around with you to rides you thought he’d enjoy instead of getting his opinion on the matter. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t think of it that way.”

Bakugou sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, clearly you didn’t. I have to deal with you every single day at work, and on the one day I thought I’d be free from you, I got stuck with you against my will.”

Okay, now that stung a little. You were all for the little name slinging you two had going on, but this wasn’t the same. His jabs at you dug into your heart, and you stood up from your seat and stalked over to him.

“And don’t get me started on the way you flirt with every boy that so much as glances at you. Could you be any more of an attention whore? If you want attention that badly, just go-” You didn’t let him finish as you fisted his hair in your hand and slammed your lips into his.

You swallowed his words as you tilted your head to the side and shoved your tongue inside his mouth, running it along the roof of his mouth. You clambered on top of him and straddled his legs. The sweet flavor of soda melted onto your tongue as you swirled it around his mouth and relished in the way he tensed underneath you. His hands gripped your waist as you placed both your hands onto the side of his face. A sudden realization hit you, and you pulled your lips off of his.

“Shit! I didn’t ask for permission.” You pulled away from him and placed your hands onto his shoulders while you stared into his eyes. “Can I kiss you, Tsukki? Because you keep talking, and it’s pissing me off, and the only other way I can think of shutting you up is to hit you.”

“Wha-?” His ears reddened, barely visible in the dimly lit ferris wheel cart, but the way he hid his face with the back of his hand and avoided your eyes made it obvious how flustered your question made him.

“Yes or no, Tsukki. If you don’t want to, I can climb off right now, and we can act like this didn’t happen. Just don’t keep insulting me to my face and think I won’t do anything about it.”

“Sorry…” he said as he looked into your eyes, apologies swimming in them, and his disheartened face tugged at your heart strings, but you wouldn’t let him manipulate you like that. “I said more than I should have and made you uncomfortable. I especially shouldn’t have called you an attention whore. You’re doing nothing wrong, but I just got mad that you weren’t looking at me and were focusing on the other guys that are leagues below you.”

“Jealousy isn’t an excuse, Tsukki,” you said, though you couldn’t stop your heart from swelling a little at the thought of Bakugou getting jealous over the random boys you decided to wink at. 

“I know. I will never do it again because thinking of how my words hurt you even if you try to hide it pains me.”

Though you didn’t fully forgive him for hurting your pride like that, you weren’t going to drag it out and make everything uncomfortable. Time heals all wounds, as they say. Plus, you were tougher than that. You brought a hand up to cup the side of his face.

“Are you going to answer my question now?” you asked, lips hovering over his while your thumb caressed his bottom lip.

“Please,” he breathed out, and you smiled before you tilted his head up to capture his lips with yours.

You pressed your chest flush against his, the warmth emitting from his body heating you up and making your mind fuzzy as you twirled your tongue around his. A hand went down from your waist to cup your ass, and when he squeezed it, you moaned into his mouth and rutted your hips against him. His bulge grew beneath you, and it took all your willpower not to drop to your knees right there to take him into your mouth.

Your hands gripped his hair to pull his head farther back, and you pushed yourself up onto your knees as you deepened the kiss. Both his hands grabbed onto your ass, and he kneaded the jean covered flesh in his large, calloused fingers. The feeling of his fingers against you made your body burn, and you bounced yourself on his lap as you rubbed your lips against his. The softness of his lips against yours became a quick addiction, and when your lungs burned for air, you pulled away for a quick breath before you dipped back down to capture his lips once more.

His eyes turned glossy as he lost himself in the feeling of your soft lips against his, a scenario he had only dreamt of before unfolding before him. Your body against his, pushing closer and closer to him out of desperation for his warmth and lips reminded him that this was very much real. 

You held his jaw in one hand as you pulled away from him, teeth gripping his bottom lip and tugging on it as he panted. His hands on your ass slipped down to your thighs and behind your knees. He used the chance to pull you forward, and you felt his erection pressing against you more. Your mouth went dry as it prodded you, and you smashed your lips together for one last desperate kiss when you noticed some movement when you pulled away from his lips.

Your tongues clashed in a mess of saliva and wet noises, but you didn’t care when you felt Bakugou’s arousal pressing into you. Your lips on his felt perfect, even better than you had imagined, and you never wanted to stop feeling them against yours. Your lungs begged for air, and you pulled away to stare into his glossy eyes, a string of saliva connecting your tongues that broke when you swallowed. Saliva dripped from his wide open mouth as he sat there in a daze. His hands on your ass gripped even tighter on you.

“As much as I’d like to continue this,” you gasped while you gripped the side of his face, thumb pressing inside the corner of his mouth and running across his bottom lip as you grinded your hips down onto the bulge in his jeans, relishing in the shuddering breath Bakugou let out, “I think the other passengers wouldn’t appreciate our public display,” you finished as you leaned in close to his face, lips centimeters from his. 

At that, Bakugou peered over your shoulder to see a group of teenage girls in the cart next to you guys, staring at the both of you and the position you were in with wide eyes and flushed faces. You gave them a smile, held a finger to your lips, and clambered off of his lap to sit across from him. They nodded their heads and turned their attention away from the two of you. Bakugou let out an exasperated sigh and covered his face with his arm as he slung his jacket over his lap.

“Fuck you,” he breathed out, and you chuckled as you crossed your legs and arms.

“I know you want to, but this isn’t the time or place, Tsukki. Have fun taking care of that by yourself!” you said, and he sighed once more before the ferris wheel stopped and let you hop off. You let out a sadistic giggle as he wrapped his jacket around his waist to hide his boner, hissing whenever he walked. When you passed a bathroom, you gave him a knowing look, and he flicked you in the forehead and went inside, saying all he was going to do was splash his face with some water until it calmed down. 

You waited outside the bathroom until he exited, wiping his hands with a wet wipe, and after he threw it away, you jumped in front of him with a wide smile. He gave you an incredulous look. You ignored the look and grabbed his hand before you dragged him forward as he stumbled behind you. “Buy me a churro,” you said as you faced him while walking backwards.

“No. Buy one yourself,” he told you, and you sighed.

“You really don’t have a single romantic bone in your body, do you?”

His eyes slitted as he glared at you, and you gave him a cheeky smile. ‘You…” He sighed and dragged his free hand down his face. As you pulled him to the nearest churro stand, he shook his head and pulled out his wallet while you excitedly stood beside him, waiting for your churro with wide eyes that sparkled like a giddy child’s. He paid for the churro and sat down at a bench, a smile reaching his face as he watched you chow down on the warm churro. He placed a hand on top of your head and ruffled your hair, eliciting a whine of annoyance from you. 

“You’re lucky you’re sexy or else I’d bite your hand off,” you told him, and he chuckled, sending warmth spreading through your chest at the sound. He bent down and licked a piece of frosting off the corner of your lip, licking his own and wiping with his thumb. You stared at him with wide eyes and a flushed face. He flashed you a smirk, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Amuse me.”

[bisexualsforprompto]

For Garmari what if they had a secret relationship that only the heroes knew about(knows shes ladybug) and her parents (dont know shes ladybug). They met while the teen titans or yj were on a mission. She didn't tell anyone cause 1)Alya might post it 2) her class and her aren't really friends and 3) some people might be extremely rude especially about his green skin.(lila and/or chole). Class fi3nds out comments spew and she ends friend ship with everyone. Jealous adrien trying to break them up

A/N not sure how happy I am with this, but oh well...

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was used to secrets.

She wasn’t fond of them but she was used to them.

Being Ladybug, hiding Lila’s threats, hiding Chat Noir’s blatant sexual harassment.

She would’ve broken if not for Tikki, but sometimes even they weren’t enough.

Sometimes she thought she might break down because of all the different parts of her she was forced to hide.

Until she met Garfield Logan.

As weird and almost silly as it sounded when Ladybug had contacted the Justice League and started out with her first mission with the Teen Titans she instantly clicked with Beast Boy, Garfield.

He broke down all of her walls, he had so many as well with everything that had happened in his past, and suddenly there weren’t any secrets between them.

It was refreshing to have a friendship with someone with no secret identity, comes with the territory when you’re green Marinette supposed, it felt like Gar didn’t have to hide from the world and she didn’t have to hide from him.

It wasn’t soon after (or surprising) when their friendship blossomed into a relationship. But ironically it created a new secret.

She told her parents (of course leaving out the small detail that’d she’d met Beast Boy as Ladybug, though they didn’t push, Tom and Sabine were just proud that their little girl had a boyfriend, even if he was a green superhero), but nobody else. She was afraid Alya would post it to the Ladyblog and she didn’t want that kind of attention. She knew Lila or Chloé would try to belittle Gar, say that Marinette of course could only date a beast. And although Garfield had a lot more self esteem than Marinette she refused to subject him to that kind of abuse.

The rest of the class wouldn’t be any better, they’d all sided with Lila. Adrien and coincidentally, Chat Noir were becoming problems too. They would constantly bother her and try to ask her out and she knew if the word about her and Garfield got out they would try to break them up.

The other Titans knew and she had a sneaking suspicion that some of the others in the hero community knew as well, but she trusted those people, she couldn’t trust Paris.

She could trust Gar, he was always there for her, but at the moment she was almost ready to slap him in his beautiful, beautiful face.

“Um I do have a special someone,” Garfield said over the television as Marinette facepalmed watching it with her parents in the bakery, “It’s kind of a secret who she is but she lives in Paris and I love her very, very much.”

If Marinette didn’t love Gar she would’ve marched herself over to Titans Tower and kicked his ass all the way to Paris for being so stupid.

She understood that he didn’t want to keep their relationship a secret, she didn’t want it to be either, there were enough secrets, but if anyone found out they were dating...well Marinette knew her life would be unbearable.

Marinette stomped up to her room ignoring her parents calling out to her and dialed her boyfriend’s number.

“Garfield Logan I’m going to kill you!”

“So I take it you’ve been watching the news.” Gar chuckled nervously over the line.

“What the hell Gar?!”

“Ok first I need to tell you I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, I was being a moron and wasn’t thinking.”

Marinette rolled her eyes but felt slightly more calm, “Yeah you shouldn’t have.”

“I don’t want to try to justify what I did because there’s honestly no justification for what I’ve done. I really never want to hurt you Mari.” He said softly. Marinette felt her breathing feel steadier.

“I get it Gar. I don’t want to hide our relationship either, really I don’t. One day I promise I’ll be ready for everyone to know, but it’s just- Lila and Chat Noir-“

“I know babe.” Garfield sighed, “I honestly wish you didn’t have to deal with them. Sometimes I want to skin that idiotic cat for what he does to you.” Marinette choked out a laugh. “I’m gonna come over, is that okay?”

“Yeah Gar, how long should it take?”

“Well I’m kinda already here,” Garfield laughed nervously, “The minute I realized how bad I screwed up I asked if I could take Robin’s- well I guess Batman’s plane, and come to Paris.”

“You being so sweet is making it hard to be mad at you.”

“I’m gonna make it a little harder babe, come onto your balcony.”

Marinette placed her phone in her pocket and made her way onto the balcony. She felt the cool air caress her bare shoulders since she was in nothing but pajamas.

Garfield was standing there holding flowers and giving her a loving and apologetic look. Marinette chuckled slightly.

“I don’t deserve you.” She whispered.

“It’s the opposite Mar-bear, I screwed up today, you shouldn’t give me a second chance.” Gar said rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“I love you, you dumb dork.” Marinette said closing the gap between them and kissing him.

Gar dropped the flowers and leaned into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around Marinette.

It was surreal, like a scene out of a movie. It was only them in that moment, no secrets to worry about.

But then their shared moment came to a grinding stop when they heard someone squeal, “What a scoop! My bestie is the one dating Garfield Logan AKA Beast Boy!”

Marinette pulled away from the kiss and mirrored Garfield’s panicked look as they slowly turned around and saw Alya filming them from below.

“Alya no!” Marinette cried, “Please don’t post that.”

“What? Why? Well, doesn’t matter because it was sort of kinda a live stream…” Alya said sheepishly.

Marinette felt a sting of horror, this could only end badly.

“Leave.” Garfield told Alya.

“What?”

“I said leave, I need to deal with this. I’m assuming you saw the news where I said we wanted the relationship to be a secret, you had no right to do that.” Garfield said with more bite than Marinette had ever heard from him.

“But I-“

“Don’t make me ask you again,” Gar growled almost releasing the part of him Marinette knew he had trouble containing. It scared poor bewildered Alya enough and she ran in the other direction.

“What’s going to happen tomorrow?” Marinette choked, the reality of what had happened catching up to her.

“I- I honestly don’t know, but please call me if anything happens. I don’t know what Adrien, Chat Noir, Lila, or your idiot classmates will try to pull...Maybe you can ask your parents to not go to school tomorrow?”

“What’s the point in that?” Marinette started to sob, “I have to go back eventually.” She started to come undone into his arms.

“I’m so sorry.” Garfield said rubbing her back in soothing circles knowing it was all his fault.

Marinette walked into DuPont hiding herself under the gazes of her fellow students, she didn’t have to be a mind reader to know they all saw the video. She kept her head down and tried to walk into Miss Bustier’s class before Adrien pulled her aside.

“Is it true?” He said with masked anger. Marinette gulped and nodded. Adrien inadvertently dug his fingers into her skin, “How could you do this to me?”

“Please Adrien, I don’t want to do th-“

“Marinette what’s it like dating a superhero?!” Asked Rose oblivious as to what Adrien was doing.

“Well-“

Mylené, Alix and Juleka followed her over. “Ooh yeah, tell us! I had no idea you were dating the Beast Boy!”

A larger crowd started to gather and Adrien still hadn’t changed positions. Marinette felt the walls closing in on her.

“How come you didn’t tell me girl? I’m your best friend!”

“Yeah Marinette, why didn’t you tell your friends?!”

“Come on, Mari you should’ve told us!”

“Ooh! Can you get me an interview for my blog?”

“I’m a big fan of Beast Boy, can you get an autograph?!”

“I’m asking as a friend so can you-“

“None of you are my friends!!!” Marinette finally blurted as she broke from Adrien’s grasp and pushed through the crowd. She subconsciously pulled out her phone and dialed Gar. She made it out of the school, felling the fresh air until she realized Adrien had followed her.

“Marinette come back we need to talk about t-“

All Marinette saw was black, the last thing she remembered were her hands shaking and then feeling off balance, so off balance.

The first thing she heard when she came to were muffled shouts and a loud ringing in her ears. Marinette opened her eyes slowly to see her Robin and Starfire getting in a fist fight with Adrien. Her eyes closed again, Garfield must’ve called them. She felt herself being carried by familiar arms and she opened her eyes once more.

“I’m taking you to the tower.” Garfield said in a low whisper. “I’m getting you out of here I promise babe.” She closed her eyes in weakness again.

Marinette woke up to see Gar sitting next to her. He engulfed her in a hug the moment she opened her eyes, “I was so worried, I’m so sorry.”

The memories came running back.

“It’s not your fault Gar.”

“It kind of is.” Garfield laughed humorlessly.

“You can’t control the people at DuPont or Adrien. It’s not like you knew Alya would take that video.” Marinette sat up in the Titan’s hospital bed.

“This wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t blabbed to a reporter, I feel like all I do is screw up.”

“Gar, I love you. No matter what you do, I'll never stop. You need to stop blaming yourself for everything.” Marinette looked into his eyes, his green ones refused to meet hers.

“If I actually took things seriously maybe-“

“I’m going to stop you right there.” Marinette huffed, “You’ve been through hell and back. The Doom Patrol… You take your job seriously, I know you do, it’s just sometimes taking things lightly is important. Most people who would’ve suffered a tragedy like you would be broody or villains...but you’re an amazing and positive hero, you inspire hope. At the end of the day you take things seriously, you’re not Chat Noir.”

“How are you so amazing?” Garfield chuckled.

“I try,” Marinette winked.

“What are you gonna do about DuPont?”

“Well...They know we’re not friends now.” Marinette laughed, “You know...I think I’m done with secrets. I’ll tell my parents the truth, Ladybug, everything. Then maybe I can be a Titan...permanently? That is if you think the team would have me…”

“Are you kidding?!” Gar beamed, “They love you almost as much as me, they’ll be all for it.”

“Then I guess I know I’m doing...No more secrets.” Marinette smiled, “At least not to the ones who matter.”

~~~~~~~~

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