#his man theme is baseball and he hits home runs

[xamaxenta]

wham bam thank u maam

[necroromantics]

🔥 — TOBIN LAWSEN.

tw; dark themes (abuse, revenge, drugs) // long ramble type post

I. FATHER

"I have this dream that I am hitting my dad with a baseball bat and he is screaming and crying for help."

- dan lawsen was a bitter, mean old man. if he wasn't drunk, he was high. if he wasn't high, then he must have died.

- the man was nothing but shattered glass, booze, and rage that never settled.

- his son, tobin, was a bit too much like him. he was just as angry, just as violent. they never got along.

- the boy grew up in a warzone of a house. a dirty, tiny, broken down mobile home. a crime-ridden trailer park in rural north dakota.

- from an early age, he learned that it was every man for himself. his mother had a long list of mental illnesses, and his father hit hard. tobin spent a lot of time looking after his little sister.

- and from an early age, he learned that it was dog eat dog. it was kill or be killed. it was him against the world. him against his father. against god.

- tobin was the type to run his mouth. his father was the type to drag him out back and beat him for it.

- the boy spent so much of his life being treated like he was powerless, or a problem. and he was angry at the world for turning its back on him.

- in his early teenage years, it had gotten to the point where tobin would wonder if his father would go too far some day and end up killing him.

- and he started keeping a knife by his bed, or in his backpack.

- dan raised the boy in all the worst ways. 'drink, hit your wife, hit your son, drink some more. this is how you aim a shotgun. this is how you be a man.'

- his father would sometimes take him hunting, and tobin was something of a weapons fanatic. he could take a gun apart, and almost put it back together.

- when he'd lay in bed, sore after another fight with the older man, tobin would fall asleep imagining what it'd be like to stand over his father with one of those guns in his hands.

- he imagined that he would look his father in the eyes when he pulled the trigger.

II. PUMPED UP KICKS

"He's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid."

- tobin was in and out of school all of his life. his parents never bothered to stay on track of his attendance. for most of his youth, he was left to his own devices.

- when he did go to school, it was as if every person he talked to had come to the same conclusion that the boy was fundamentally different from them

- a mangy mutt, a dirty dog. something diseased, or bad. an inconvenience, a problem child.

- he wore secondhand, unwashed clothes. his hair was a mess, he smelt like smoke and rot.

- this followed him into high school, and as he grew up, so did his behavioural issues.

- tobin would find himself as the butt of a joke, or being talked about behind his back, or ostracized. he would always fight back.

- he was quiet, but mouthy. aggressive. he bit, and he bit hard.

- everything was an attack to him. he was constantly on guard, constantly looking for an excuse to make an example out of somebody.

- that boy made sure that nobody fucked with him again.

- after spending a long day of being mistreated at school, only to go home and have it done to him again by his own father, he would lay down in his creaky old bed and stare up at his water damaged ceiling.

- and he would wonder if they'd still laugh at him with a barrel of a gun down their throats.

- and he would wonder if he'd ever get the balls to make it happen.

III. TEENAGERS

"You're never gonna fit in much, kid."

- tobin was a problem child, to say the least. a junkie prick, a street rat.

- everybody who knew him called him insensitive, and for good reason. he seemed to have lacked the type of empathy everybody around him had. or, as he saw it, pretended to have.

- he never cared enough to fake it. his philosophy was that there was no use trying to please a world that constantly rejected him. it was easier to be an asshole if everybody saw him as one anyways.

- the boy was alone his whole life. nobody could tolerate him. nobody wanted him around for very long, and he never wanted to stay.

- it was clear that tobin never fit in anywhere

- he was always in his own world. he did things his own way, fought his own fight.

- always had something to prove. tobin had to get the last word, had to fight bloody, had to put people under him. always fighting something.

IV. TWIN SIZED MATTRESS

"It's no big surprise you turned out this way when they closed their eyes and prayed you would change."

- he never wanted to be saved. he never wanted to be soft, or kind, or easy to swallow.

- he was uncaring, angry, hostile. that boy couldn’t be kind if he wanted to, it wasn’t written for him that way.

- everybody around him wanted him to change, he played the ‘troubled teen’ role so well, they had hope for him. they thought that maybe if they tried, if they ignored the bloody knuckles and canine teeth, then he would be better.

- but the boy had a lot of issues with authority, and being told what to do. he hated rules, a troublemaker from birth. tobin fought against change like it was his right to do so

- they wanted to love him, they did, but that boy was not built to be loved.

- at the end, he became what everybody expected him to become. a junkie, a criminal, a good-for-nothing.

- nobody was really surprised when they heard the news of what he had done. dan got what was coming to him, and tobin being the one to do it was written from the start.

- maybe he was cursed, maybe it was all the stupid things he did and said.

- maybe, it was all of the consequences catching up to him.

V. PRETTY FLY FOR A WHITE GUY

"Our subject isn't cool, but he fakes it anyway."

- from his years of not really having any friends, and being socially isolated, tobin was the definition of a socially inept loser.

- but he wouldn’t tell you that. no, he was the master of lying to himself, or maybe he just didn’t care.

- tobin was in and out of school, constantly dropping out for months just to come back. he was always bad at math and sciences, he hated all the rules. and with all of his time out of education, he didn’t know a lot. he barely knew how to read.

- tobin wasn’t braindead though, he knew he wasn’t like the people around him. but he had a knack for acting like he was. he spent a lot of time making mental notes on how people socialized, on how people interacted, on what they deemed acceptable.

- he wanted friends, he wanted to keep himself busy. tobin wanted to prove that he could make anybody like him, that he could get whatever he wanted. to him, that was power and control. that was being smart.

- outside of the violence though, tobin was a goofy kid. he liked to joke around, he was different from the other kids, but he played into it for the fun of it. almost everything he did was to entertain himself, to make himself laugh, maybe others.

- his sense of humor was mostly insulting others, or teasing, or making weird comments. he liked to banter, liked to piss people off. he never cared to be liked anyways.

- tobin talked a lot, moody, but typically full of energy. he struggled to show much emotion, but he smiled wide, and always had a joke to make.

- awkward, but a social butterfly. he never tried to please anybody, and said what he wanted, but he was funny, and he was bold, and people liked that.

- but it was his nature to crash and burn. so he hopped from friend group to friend group, leaving the last one nothing but ash, torching every bridge he had ever built. to him, everyone was replaceable.

- because behind all the jokes, and the confidence, and the entertainment, tobin wasn’t a good person.

- everything was a performance act for him.

- he couldn’t connect with people even if he tried. behind the acts, the boy was off-putting, weird. vulgar and offensive. a dumb mutt.

VI. AVOCADO

"I'm the fucking king of everything."

- tobin was an egotistical prick.

- he didn't necessarily think he was better than everyone, but he was the king of his own world, he followed his own rules, he never considered anybody but himself.

- confident, not because he thought the best of himself, but because he knew in his world, he could do whatever he wanted.

- if he wanted to have something, he’d steal it. if he wanted to say something, he’d say it. and knowing that he was capable of that, of having that freedom; he was definitely an egotistical prick.

- tobin always assumed he was above consequences, and would put blame onto anything but himself. when faced with what he had done, he would preach a gospel of excuses, or just completely brush it off.

- the boy thought that if he stayed on the move, then nothing would catch up to him.

- he never apologized. he hated saying sorry for things he wasn’t really sorry for. he hated putting himself below people for the sake of civility. the one thing nobody would catch tobin doing, is pleasing people only to cater to whats expected of him.

- tobin never felt bad for the things he did, because he could justify anything, to others, and to himself.

- he did what it took to get by, little to no moral code. morality was just another expectation to him, another rule used to control him, another norm to reject.

- prideful to a fault

VII. PINEAPPLE BOY

"I know it's bad for me, I don't want to here it."//"Told myself I'd find a limit, honest to God I'd be done with my sinning".

- that boy had a problem of destroying everything he touched. bloody knuckles, bad choices.

- tobin wasn’t built for guilt, remorse, or shame. he didn’t have any of it.

- making the same mistakes over and over again. he never learned.

- but honestly, tobin was just bored all the time. horribly bored. and he thought, that maybe, setting everything on fire was better than the cold, gaping void in his chest.

- he lived life on his own terms, reckless and wild, brushing consequences off like dirt on his shoulder.

- on the other hand, though, he was ambitious. to a fault, like everything else about him.

- tobin always needed more, he was never truly satisfied. always unimpressed.

- he didn’t need anybody to help him. he didn’t need to rely on anybody. he was going to prove to everybody who said he’d never do anything great that they were wrong, and he was going to do it all on his own.

- the boy pushed his own limits until he was kissing the pavement. busted lip, aggravated.

- he pushed himself like he pushed everyone else around him. until they snapped, until they wanted nothing more to do with him. until he was left with nothing but a shovel in his hand, and dirt on his sneakers from digging his own grave.

VIII. DEAD IN 2008

"I'm a kid with a mission so I'm getting fucked up."

- he knew he did it to himself, at the end of the day.

- but he didn’t want to think about any of that, so he’d do another line, pop another shitty pressed pill.

- he spent a lot of time replacing bike chains, getting into fights, and running from the cops.

- always smoking cigarettes or rolling joints. he liked having something to do with his hands.

- tobin was a junkie kid, he had a few bad habits to say the least.

- in his hometown, he was known as a reckless troublemaker. drinking until he blacked out, snorting coke until his nose bled. always stoned or wasted, jumping fences.

- street fights and broken noses.

- it was something he was raised into. it was all he knew.

- he didn’t know how to control his anger, but he knew that weed helped him calm down. he didn’t know how to get things done, but he knew that doing lines of ritalin helped him focus. tobin was never good at math, but he was good at selling, and good at counting wads of cash.

- he couldn’t tell you about pythagorean theorem, but he could eye a baggie of white powder and tell you how much blow it was before putting it on a scale. he didn’t know anything about physics, but he could take apart a semi-automatic pistol and tell you how to put it back together.

- tobin was a dumb kid, but he knew more about parts of the world that no other boy his age knew about.

- and maybe thats what did it, he thought. maybe knowing more about how it feels to overdose than how it feels to get along with his father, is what did it.

cr; banner of tobin drawn by @clockeyedtoy

[carnivorousyandeere]

Werecats/Cat Hybrids Intro

Lion (she/her)

Poetic, romantic, and usually calm and patient. She loves summer, citrus, gold, tarot, and sun-shaped trinkets~! She also loves keeping fancy goldfish, with a particular passion for researching different species being developed, as well as the anatomy and lineage of them. In her free time, she does like to help Clouded Leopard with more whimsical jewelry designs.

Tiger (she/her)

Outgoing, bold, energetic, life of the party. Never a dull moment. She loves shooting the shit and playing basketball with the neighborhood guys. She also helps Clouded Leopard with her business, both in day-to-day tasks of making items and packing them out to ship. Generally more of a househusband💕

Clouded Leopard (she/her)

Adventurous, teasing, with a passion for alternate fashion, even running a business making clothes and jewelry. What exactly she does all day outside the business is a mystery, but she has an uncanny sixth sense about where interesting things are happening and will show up "out of nowhere."

Snow Leopard (she/her)

Extremely organized and health-conscious, maybe a bit neurotic;;; She loves her routines and her job, as well as occasionally hanging out with her coworkers. She loves organizing things and decorating, as well as having collections of various items; namely, decorative knives. She also loves softball and baseball, both watching and playing, as well as watching sports in general.

Housecat (he/him)

Bastard man with two braincells. Doesn't quite realize what a small cat he is (literally and figuratively). Causes a lot of chaos; half the time it's intentional and half the time he's really just fucking around and finding out. He’s much more capable than he lets on, but the others enjoy coddling him too much to call him on it often.

GROUP INFO:

Lion and Tiger are wives, and often wear complementary jewelry, Lion with dainty gold, sun-themed jewelry, and Tiger with silver and pewter jewelry usually shaped like stars. Clouded Leopard and Snow Leopard were childhood friends, and are also each others' primary partners. The werecats live just outside a big city, and they started as roommates to rent out a house together (Lion and Snow Leopard met at work and hit it off). The two couples figured out early on that the others were werecats like them, and were incredibly relieved at how well they all got along from the start. From there, things evolved, and they became a rarely seen Quad polycule.

Then one day Housecat just kinda showed up. The Quad thought he was amusing and decided to let him stick around, and now he's wormed his way into their hearts too. They spoil him rotten and he contributes to the household only in cuddles and and cuteness. He causes more chaos than anything else, but they can't stay mad at that cute face of his.

All of the werecats help model for Clouded Leopard's online shop. Snow Leopard and Lion love meditating and napping together. Tiger and Lion love watching Lion's fish swim around in their tanks together.

Lion and SL both work at the same place, an interior design company, and they respect each others' work but often butt heads when collaborating on the same project (or trying to decide on how their shared house should look).

Lion prefers more colorful, whimsical, and maximalistic styles, and SL prefers neutral colors and minimalist decoration. In terms of their shared house, CL is also more maximalistic like Lion, but more gothic in specific taste. Housecat aligns most closely with CL in terms of taste, but doesn't care too much about how their place is decorated. Tiger's idea of decoration is posters and magazine cutouts of scantily-clad women on the wall with some home workout equipment scattered around on the floor, and she gets the garage as her workout room to live out that dream.

The other werecats sometimes use Tiger's workout equipment too (except CL and Housecat, who don't like working out— although Housecat will sometimes hang out in the garage to watch the others work out or look at the posters).

You probably met Lion and SL first, through their job, and that's where their infatuation with you starts.

Tiger is the tallest, broadest, and most muscular of the group. Surprisingly, human form Housecat is the next tallest, but lanky. After that, SL is the next tallest, with Lion being just an inch or so shorter. CL is the shortest and daintiest of the group, coming in at around 5’2”.

[mmitchell17]

Humanities Module 8 Music Assignment

The theme of these few songs are all centered around the game of baseball. I picked this theme because of how much I love the sport and songs about baseball. The first song in my “baseball playlist” is a hip-hop song by Drake titled ‘4 My Town (Play Ball)’. This rap song discusses repping for your town and city. The song says “Take yourself a picture when I’m standing at the mound/Man, I swear it’s going down/I’m just reppin’ for my town”. The second song I chose from the genre of rhythm and blues is by The Treniers and is titled ‘Say Hey’. This song is about the legendary Willie Mays and his iconic role in the game of baseball. The next song in my playlist is from the genre of rock and roll. In the song ‘Talkin’ Baseball (Willie, Mickey and “the Duke)’ by Terry Cashman, Terry sings about the history of early baseball and its effect on the world in the 80’s. My next song is in the country genre. It is by the band Alabama and the song is titled ‘The Cheap Seats’. In this country song about baseball, the band sings about their experience at a baseball game. They explain how they like their beers and hot dogs. They explain how they don’t care how many wins their favorite team gets, as long as they hit some home runs. The fifth song in my playlist is in the jazz genre and is by Vince Guaraldi. The song is titled ‘Baseball Theme’ and is featured in the movie called “A Boy Named Charlie Brown”. My last song in my playlist would be in the genre of folk music. This song is titled ‘Cubs in Five’ and is by “The Mountain Goats”. In this song, the lead singer sings about how he will never love the girl again until the Cubs win the World Series. This is significant because at the time (1995) the Cubs had not won a World Series in about 90 years. This means that he was essentially saying he would not love her again, ever. 

Drake- 4 My Town: https://open.spotify.com/track/3922kPG1JMYBNhACLo9j3f?si=c45157db668646f1

The Treniers- Say Hey:

Terry Cashman- Talkin’ Baseball: https://open.spotify.com/track/4z4Bas3eo7PHR8cr0qb7dD?si=f619f12a52884c04

Alabama- The Cheap Seats: https://open.spotify.com/track/7hBZPTDRacFx3pMVBLcG3Y?si=d021a837dfef4c66

Vince Guaraldi- Baseball Theme: https://open.spotify.com/track/0nuovvFq3ANwgnppN9zbGj?si=250aad54a9bd4f1f

The Mountain Goats- Cubs in Five: https://open.spotify.com/track/3eqL5oHLBmtqZYfLENN9GO?si=23226dc1935c4b48

[themculibrary]

Sports AU/Themed Masterlist

And Now We're Here (ao3) - Nejinee steve/bucky E, 27k

Summary: Bucky Barnes is coach of the American Women's Gymnastics Team and he's taking them to the top, even if it kills him. He's also a previous Olympic medallist with a solid reputation of success behind him. He's known for his lady-killer looks, historic rise to fame and his frankly horrific temperament and personality.

Steve Rogers, however, is new and irritating and Bucky fucking hates him to hell and back.

Breakaway (ao3) - NegativeGhostrider yelena/kate E, 81k

Summary: Kate Bishop is a photojournalism student at NYU, talented but admittedly lacking in focus. When she’s all but forced to cover an international hockey tournament for her end of semester piece, it’s not exactly her dream come true. Kate has never really given a shit about hockey. But that was before she met the terrifying captain of Team Russia. Yelena Belova is one of the world’s best competitive hockey players - ruthless, driven, and talented beyond measure - and Kate knows a good story when she sees one. Sure, she’s strange and irritating and extremely distracting, but Kate can deal with it. But there’s more to this game than meets the eye, and when she goes digging and uncovers more than she bargained for, everything changes. The stakes are high and everything is on the line. But she can’t win alone.

Citius, Altius, Fortius (Faster, Higher, Stronger) (ao3) - MarcellaBianca steve/bucky, peggy/steve M, 50k

Summary: Steve Rogers. James Barnes.

One, an NHL star with dreams of finally capturing an Olympic gold medal. The other, a former World champion and Olympic silver medalist, now a current coach and choreographer for the top flight figure skaters in the Russian Federation.

But before all of that..they were Steve and Bucky.

Until they weren't.

cute quaterbacks (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: Steve and Bucky grew up as childhood best friends and are now roommates in college. Bucky dares Steve to bring a date to one of his upcoming football games after Steve suggests he could date anyone he wanted to. Enter Tony Stark.

Forty-Seven Flat (ao3) - geekymoviemom steve/tony M, 171k

Summary: Steve Rogers was on the top of the world. He was one of the top students in his class, a world-class athlete, and had a man who loved him. Winning an Olympic Gold Medal seemed like the perfect addition to his picture-perfect life.

But only four years later, Steve’s entire world has come crashing down around him, leaving defending his Olympic title the only thing lying between him and utter ruin.

And then, the unthinkable happens.

Going Yard (ao3) - Brenda steve/bucky E, 41k

Summary: Going Yard: Baseball vernacular for hitting a home run.

This is the love story of shortstop Steve Rogers and pitcher Bucky Barnes, estranged childhood best friends about to be reunited on the same team.

This is a love story about New York's other baseball team, the Avengers, and their quest to claim the National League East division title.

This is a love story about going home and new friends and team bonding and first loves and how the people you're the closest to can also drive you the craziest.

But mostly, this is a love story about baseball and the boys of summer who play it.

Got a Heart in Me, I Swear (ao3) - thepartyresponsible bucky/clint, steve/tony M, 36k

Summary: The pictures leak on a lazy off-season Sunday, in that muddled bit of midafternoon Clint never knows what to do with when he isn’t training. He curls up with Lucky on the couch and naps through the end of his whole damn life. And that, honestly, is pretty much perfect.

Howitzer (ao3) - spacebuck steve/bucky E, 111k

Summary: Bucky Barnes, figure skating champion, is forced to switch his skates for hockey ones when he leaves for college. Problem is, he's never played hockey before, and now he has to be good enough to get the scholarship he needs. Enter Steve Rogers, Carter University Men's Hockey player, who's decided that he'd do anything to get this guy on his team.

Cue five am runs, overwhelming classes, new friends, plenty of snow, and a sport that's fast becoming a way of life.

I've got you under my skin (ao3) - sirona steve/tony, bucky/peggy M, 38k

Summary: Five times Beijing 2008 Olympics Gold Medalist Tony Stark thinks it's going to be no more difficult a job to get ready for London 2012, than what he has just achieved. That is, of course, before Coach Fury comes to visit, and offers him a once-in-a-lifetime chance to be a part of something much bigger than himself. Swimming AU.

Strong Safety (ao3) - queenmab_scherzo steve/bucky M, 23k

Summary: Steve and Bucky figure out how to play in the NFL and how to live 800 miles apart.

Targeting (ao3) - queenmab_scherzo steve/bucky, clint/natasha E, 149k

Summary: Steve and Bucky end up playing for rival college football teams.

The Beautiful Game (ao3) - neversaydie steve/bucky E, 2k

Summary: [pissy goalie Bucky and angry defender Steve have hate-sex in the locker room]

The Gold (ao3) - superstringtheory steve/bucky, clint/natasha, tony/may M, 25k

Summary: Bucky Barnes: former world vault champion. Injured. Retired. Grumpy. Recently chunky.

Steve Rogers: up and coming gymnast on the world scene, attempting to learn Barnes' eponymous vault. Interest piqued by Barnes' new physique.

The meet-cute: Bucky begins to coach Steve on his vault technique. Steve tries to control his raging crush and desire to find out just how much Bucky can eat (especially in the bedroom).

Will Steve win the gold (and Bucky's heart)?

Time After Time (ao3) - beezyland steve/natasha M, 77k

Summary: A collection of AU oneshots I'd like to turn into full-length stories, but never will.

Recent: The Ballerina & the Baker AU. Between dance classes and being an awesome aunt, Natasha likes to stop in to Sarah's Bakeshop near her studio to flirt with a certain really hot baker. Little does she know, they have a history.

wholesale change (ao3) - biblionerd07 steve/bucky M, 83k

Summary: Steve Rogers, captain of a losing NHL team, has taken so many bad penalties this season he's worried he's going to get set down to the minors as punishment. His agent comes up with a plan to make Steve irreplaceable to the fans--a reality dating show. Where the contestants want to date Steve.

[thetoadghoul]

Volunteering: (Ohtani x Reader) <333 (Part - 2)

part 1!

plot: Wednesday’s game arrives which Ohtani invited you to, some bonding time before the first pitch <3 slowwwburn, long cause idk details are fun lol

Wednesday quickly arrived, made much faster by the crazy amount of work you were required to do for your ‘actual’ job. The last three days had been spent with you running around the LA area, as well as cyberspace, to serve your role as interpreter. It was hell, for more reasons than one. The biggest of all being that even though you were not in Japan at the moment, you were still required to wear a proper suit. That meant a tight navy skirt, stockings, and some blasted heels. Sexist men, long meetings, and endless paperwork aside, you enjoyed your job for the most part - but this aspect really wore on you. However, the pain in your feet wouldn't damper your excitement for tonight’s game. Today you were not actually volunteering at the Angels stadium.

The day before yesterday, when you were actually volunteering, a bashful Ohtani had tapped you on the back while you were picking up baseballs from the batting cages. When you turned around the giant man was holding out a lanyard with an attached document, marked ‘VIP Guest of Player’. It took all you had not to let your hands shake with nerves as you reached out and grabbed it gingerly.

“Uh, see you on Wednesday.” The man looked to the side awkwardly, running a hand through his hair.

“...Yeah.” You responded with a small smile, feeling stupid, but it was all you could think of.

“Well, uh, I better go...” He motioned behind his back with a lazy thumb, staring to jog backward.

You nodded quickly, rushing to go back to picking up balls before you said something super lame, or weird.

It wasn’t till you were on the way home did you take a look at the back of the stadium pass. It read ‘Guest of Shohei Ohtani’. So he had put in the request for you, that was just like him, so kind. It would be an understatement to say you weren’t excited for tomorrow.

-----

Currently, your heart was still racing, but for another reason other than a certain super cute and insanely talented baseball player. It was because it was almost three-thirty in the afternoon and you were running around your company-provided apartment, trying to get ready as fast as you could. Ippei let you know you should get there around four-thirty, by then the team would have been done warming up and starting to enjoy a pregame meal while the away team got the field to themselves. From that point onwards, pretty much everyone was free to relax in the clubhouse till just before the first pitch.

With little time to consider, not even enough time to take a shower after having just got off work, you went with an oversized red T-shirt, baggy jeans, and some cool Jordan’s. This was your go-to, and it was comfortable. You don’t have many clothes anyway, living out of a suitcase.

Right as you were about to run out of the door you remembered to grab your standard Angels cap, it had been provided to you as part of your volunteer uniform a while back, slipping it on over your tight work bun. You would let your hair down later.

All right, everything was in order, Uber scheduled, lanyard secured.

It took about half an hour to arrive at the stadium, and once it came into view, you instructed the driver to let you out in front of the ballpark entrance. It had been a long time since you got to go through the gates as a member of the audience, it actually gave you a wave of nostalgia seeing everyone in their gear, so hyped up for the game, tailing gating outside for what was probably hours.

Once you were through, you started walking through the concession stands and various other stalls, dodging around the fans that were already inside watching the warm-ups, as well as hanging out drinking and eating. There were pictures of Ohtani everywhere, people taking turns snapping pictures of each other in front of the various cutouts of him. The air was buzzing with energy, and it seemed like all for that guy. Honestly, you had worked for a couple different teams over the years, but you had never seen hype like this. It was surreal, seeing a legend in the making.

You smiled, gripping the lanyard around your neck, making your way through the stadium. Shohei was super nice to do this for you, really, you should show him your support. Maybe a quick peek in the team store would do? Plus, you deserved to spend some money on yourself. After all, this was the first time you had really been ‘out’ in the almost three months you had been in California. Your free time was either working, volunteering, video games, or sleep.

You took a couple moments in the Angel's merch shop, quietly perusing the aisles, keeping an eye out for any Ohtani-themed items. Unfortunately, there weren’t really that many, probably sold out by the fans. What was there, was way too small for you.

“Y/n, you here to watch the game?” A young voice sounded.

When you turned to see who addressed you, a familiar girl was standing there grinning.

“Hey Jordan! I didn’t know you were working tonight.” You grinned back.

Jordan worked at the store as a stock manager, she was close in age to you so the two of you often hung out. You had invited her over a couple times, both bonding over your love for crappy reality TV, beer, and of course, baseball.

“Yeah it was last minute, a girl was feeling sick and there wasn’t anyone else cept’ me.” She sighed.

“Bummer, text me if you need help?” You offered, to which she waved you off.

“Nah, you enjoy being here and NOT working.” She chuckled, walking over to organize a messy shelf.

“So, you looking for something in particular?” The girl glanced over her shoulder.

“Uh yeah, you recommend any cool Ohtani stuff? Or is there any at all... seems wiped clean in here.” You said while looking around.

“Ohtani? You here to cheer him on too then. Wanna catch his eye.” She teased.

“Don’t say it like I’m just here for my like, prince charming.” You snapped back playfully, but, maybe a little too fast.

“Aren’t you?” She pressed with an eyebrow.

“Okay, I’m leaving.” You pouted, fake walking away.

“I’m just kidding, actually, stay here for a second I might have something you’ll like.” Jordan yelled as she jogged off to the back room behind the counters.

You did as you were told and when she came back there was a large white Angels jersey in her hands.

“Ta-da!” She grinned, twisting it around to show the player’s name on the back.

“Oh, it’s in Kanji? That’s cool, I didn’t know these existed?” You questioned, running your finger over the ‘tani’ character of Ohtani.

“It’s the last one on the floor, had to grab it off the mannequin. Hope it’s not too big? It’s XL?” She questioned, passing it to you to hold.

“Nah it’s perfect, can’t you tell.” You joked holding the jersey next to you, while you showed off your oversized clothes.

“Figured it'd be fine, wanna get rung up? I’ll give you that ‘good good’ employee discount. But, don’t tell anyone.” She smiled, heading to the register, to which you nodded and jogged after her.

After you finished your purchase and waved bye to Jordan, it was time to head to the clubhouse. It was around five, so you were later than you planned but Shohei usually practiced batting in the cages a little while longer while everyone headed in. Slipping the plastic shopping bag into your purse, and ripping the tags off your new jersey, you slipped it on over your T-shirt, smoothing out the material as best you could. It felt great to finally have some real merch from the team, and part of you sort of wondered what Ohtani would think when he saw you. Hopefully, it wasn’t too much to just show up in his gear after he pretty much randomly invited you, let alone in the stadium-specific one, as you just learned from your colleague.

After you got to an employee-only doorway, you pushed on it hoping it was actually open. Ippei had also let you know via text that it would be unlocked for you. Another kindness of Shohei, not just inviting you, but making sure you had access to all the catering and AC inside the resisted area of the building. You slipped in and locked the door behind you, not wanting to encourage some intoxicated fans to follow. The hallway was empty and cool as you started making your way to the clubhouse.

You were admittedly a bit nervous by the time you got to the doors, feeling a bit awkward about strutting in as anyone other than a volunteer for the first time. Carefully you pushed open the door, making sure not to hit anybody. The room was full of chatter, some players eating, some playing cards, others watching TV on the room's monitors. You looked around for Ohtani, but he wasn’t there yet apparently. No matter, you strolled in and went for the snack area. Truthfully you hadn’t eaten since that morning, and that was just a toasted bagel. Turning your back to the rest of the room, you began filling up your plate with cocktail shrimp and grapes.

“Nice jersey.” Ippei said, coming up next to you, grabbing small sandwiches for his plate.

“Is that sarcastic?” You questioned with a smile, finishing your plate.

“Nah, I’m sure he likes it.” Ippei jerked his head to the left.

He? You leaned back to see around the man, meeting Shohei’s surprised face almost immediately. Had he been standing there the whole time? He had obviously been staring at your back, at his name, bashfully looking up to your face when you moved, blinking a couple times to clear his eyes.

“I uh, got it ten minutes ago.” You grinned awkwardly, pointing your thumb proudly at the jersey, hoping he wouldn’t think you were a weirdo.

The large player didn’t say anything, blinking more slowly this time before opting to just nod gently, with a quick “thanks for your support”, hurriedly leaning forward to start filling his plate with all kinds of foods.

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Once everyone had their food the three of you found a place to sit while you ate, it was at the back of the room away from the noise, and where the two usually sat before a game anyways. A small conversation started while the three of you ate calmly.

“Why... do you only have grapes, and shrimp?” Ohtani questioned suddenly, looking at your plate baffled. You looked down at it as well, pausing for a moment trying to find out what was so weird about that.

“Uh, well, it’s because... these things are... super expensive in Tokyo. It’s like a rich person food to me.” You smiled, eating a couple shrimps happily.

“Wow. That’s so sad.” Ippei chuckled before taking a bite of his sandwich.

Shohei on the other hand burst out laughing at your response, making you laugh a bit too at your pitiful confession.

“Seriously, I feel like a mega-rich, and very posh, Ginza lady right now - eating nothing but shrimp and fruit. So fancy right? ” You exclaimed, popping a grape in your mouth.

The Japanese player laughed even harder, tears building up as he wiped his eyes.

“Those people wouldn’t touch that stuff with a three-meter stick.” Ippei stated, letting out a small laugh.

“Just let me have my moment.” You pouted through a smile, shoving more shrimp in your mouth.

The other man calmed down finally and was now sitting there smiling while he ate.

“So, fancy y/n, are you okay to sit in the dugout tonight. Not too unrefined for you?” Ippei questioned with a smirk.

“That’s, allowed?” You asked, surprised.

“Yeah, if you want to. Can’t stay there the whole time, but.” The man responded nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

“It’s the best place to hear, ‘the surprise’.” Shohei added, food in the process of being shoved in his mouth.

“Well, doesn’t seem like there’s any other option.” You smiled at the player, who nodded in acknowledgment.

“He’s batting first tonight, you won’t have to wait long.” Ippei spoke, starting on the next sandwich.

“Hope me being in there won’t be bad luck.” You joked.

“You believe in that?” Ippei smirked.

“My family ingrained it into me, wasn’t allowed to watch a single super bowl game in the living room till I literally moved out.” You frowned, stabbing a grape.

“Harsh.” The man smirked with a small laugh under his breath.

“You will be good luck, for sure.” Shohei leaned forward in a hunch to take another bite of food, smiling sincerely at you as he looked up from his food.

“Then, I will see to it that will become a very good omen. Please believe in me.” You responded in the highest form of keigo you knew, bowing rigidly from your seat for comedic effect. Since you never studied that level of grammar, it was really freaking bad, causing the two men to laugh again.

“You’re funny.” Ippei chuckled.

“Yeah, and your Japanese is so good though?” Shohei exclaimed, eyebrows raised, eyes wide.

“Nah it’s pretty bad, I fell off the study wagon a long time ago.” You laughed awkwardly, waving a hand in front of your face.

“You’d be there forever if you stayed on.” Ippei chuckled again, while Shohei nodded in sullen agreement.

“Writing would be nice though, having to look up every other kanji at the doctor's office, or like city hall makes me literally sweat, like, a lot. Buckets. But when I look around, I'm the only one.” You giggled.

“You’re so honest.” Shohei chuckled, wiping his mouth with a napkin, still leaning forward in his chair, you grinned back at him. Your eyes locked for a while, you had never noticed, but his eyelashes were sort of long.

At that moment Ippei had to take a call, letting the two of you know he’d be back in a bit, walking off. The two of you looked away and finished eating in silence.

When you looked up from your empty plate, the large player was now staring at you with a soft expression. The warmth in his eyes made you blush, he didn’t even break his gaze once he was caught like he usually did. You responded back to him simply with a shy smile, before being the one to avert your own eyes to the floor again.

Thankfully at that moment, a group of Angels came over, slapping the Japanese man on the back, starting up a conversion. They were going over strategies for the game and overall just getting hyped up. You didn’t have much to input, so you just kind of sat there enjoying the excited chatter. Shohei smiled merrily the whole time, inserting little jokes, completely affected by their excitement. The way he carried himself really reminded you that the essence of baseball was really just about having fun with your teammates and giving it your all. He looked simply happy to be there, and it made you smile too, just watching him goof off. It was charming to see his duality of being a just big kid with endless laugher, versus the super-serious, and seasoned player he was on the mound.

You were really trying hard not to but, you were rapidly developing feelings for Shohei. The last three months of volunteering here, you of course thought he was really cute and kind, classic boyfriend material. A simple crush, like many of the girls working around him, surely had as well. However the possibility of you two actually dating had always been a foreign concept, one which stopped you from even considering it, at all, you just didn’t know if you even could. With you both traveling for work, how would there be time? Plus, what about the media? His family? Yours? All those things seemed unscalable walls, that is, until this moment, when you could feel his gentle eyes on you once again.

Maybe, there was something? Or maybe, he was just a super nice guy, and you were treated no different than anyone else.

When you snapped out of your thoughts, Shohei was starting to stand up, grabbing everyone’s empties plates. He reached his hand towards you, asking for the one in your hand with a tiny nod of his head, to which you thanked him, stood up, and handed it over.

Well.

Either way, you were so screwed.

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Hope you enjoyed! <3

[artzychic27]

In honor of the glorious pride month (Coming up soon), please enjoy these Miraculous Pride Headcanons!

Inspired by this post by @transvoltronhc

You a TERF? Fuck off, beeyatch!

Marinette- The Pan Trans Queen we all Need 🏳️‍⚧️

She/Her- Pansexual/Polyamorous

Every time Marinette inhales, a terf gets punched

Every time Marinette exhales, a trans kid gets a flag

She and Nathaniel supply the face paint

She’s very vocal at pride and gets super violent with protesters

Marinette: *Punching protester while her friends cheer* I don’t wanna see your disgusting face here ever again, you filthy pig! Same goes for the rest of you!

Terfs go to protest, walk away covered in bruises and with a tiny crush on the bluenette

Got into a muscle-flexing contest and won first

Dyed her hair the colors of the pan flag and walks around with a brightly colored, bedazzled trans flag cape

Supplies juice boxes and cookies for the pride kids

She and Marc pass out colorful binders, flower crowns, and starter makeup kits

Drag Queens and Kings LOVE her and are always giving her hugs whenever she walks by / She’s even been commissioned by them to make outfits for their next shows. The audience loved them

Alya- The Badass Pansexual Pirate 🏴‍☠️

She/Her but is not opposed to They/Them

Actually has dressed like a pirate with a sword the colors of her flag. Anarka was so proud

Will punch TERFs with their Pan bestie any day

Ships random people

Leaves many girls swooning as she walks by in her thigh high leather boots

Alya: Sorry ladies, I’m spoken for. *Kisses Nino*

No one dares to flirt with her because she’s out of everyone’s league

One protester made a transphobic comment about Nino, and Alya immediately hit em with a frying Pan

The chaotic aunt of pride

Death drops are flawless!

Hands out phone cases they painted the colors of different pride flags

Born This Way is her anthem

Has many pride-themed superhero tank-tops ‘Super Gay 4 Super Girl’ ‘I’m Bi Man’ ‘Deadpool was at Stonewall’

Nino- The Insanely Cool Bi Trans Guy 😎🏳️‍⚧️

He/Him

Marinette made him a bedazzled cape so they could match

Mari and Kim’s brother in Transness

Dresses in hoodies no matter how hot it is

One of the mom friends. / Everyone wants to be adopted by him. / He once put everyone on baby leashes so they wouldn’t wander off

Everyone refers to him as “Trans DJ Jesus” because he wore sandals with a long curly wig one time. (To this day, no one knows why he did it)

Takes a five-minute break to Vogue with the drag queens

Supplies the music while skateboarding. He blasts every gay national anthem known to humankind

Alya, Adrien, Marinette, and Kim are very protective of him. Once, a TERF pushed him to the ground. Alya, Marinette, and Kim beat up the TERF while Adrien treated his friend to some ice cream

Adrien- Shit! We lost the baby! 🏳️‍🌈😱

He/Him & She/Her- Bigender/Bisexual/Polyamorous

Can’t stop, won’t stop wandering off because he’s never been to a Pride parade before

He was surprised at how accepting his father was. Although, it probably had something to do with Nathalie and Gorilla threatening to expose him as Hawkmoth if he didn’t let Adrien go

The class goes ballistic whenever she goes missing and will interrogate anyone

Myléne: *Interrogating a drag queen* Are you hiding him in your wig?! / Marinette: Get her out! She’s so frail! Her dad doesn’t feed her! / Nino: Found him! He was getting ice cream. / Myléne: ... You are free to go.

Nino has to put him on a baby leash every time

Drinks the most juice boxes and eats the most ice cream

Can’t tell when he’s being flirted with / Rando: Hey, cutie. / Adrien: ... My name is Adrien.

Bigender legwarmers, bracelets, and headbands

Dresses in pastels every year, and people just wanna hug him / He's happy to oblige and will hug anyone / Vows to hug the hate out of protesters

Every time Adrien smiles or laughs, a transgender child is accepted by friends and family and then gets a flower crown

Keeps getting asked if she and Marinette are dating. / Adrien: No, we’re just shopping buddies. (Secretly wishes for more)

A girl once asked if he was Cinderella when he wore a blue headband, and he immediately said yes. Now every week for Pride month, she dresses as a different Disney Princess

Nearly fainted when Marinette and Luka entered a flexing contest and Luka’s sleeves tore

Kim- Mari and Nino’s Bi brother in Trans Pride🏳️‍⚧️

He/Him & They/Them- Gender nonconforming

Kim: I’m a guy, I like blouses and heels, deal with it, people!

Kim/Mari/Nino: Bedazzled Cape Squad!

Muscle shirts and converse sneakers / Has a tank top that reads, ‘I flexed so hard the sleeves came off’

Got into a muscle-flexing contest against Luka and Marinette and got third place (No one beats Marinette)

Also can’t tell when they’re being flirted with

Alix and Max convinced him to dress in drag, and he went all out. Now he has the respect of many drag queens. And every pride parade, he wears heels and a huge wig

Gives everyone (Mainly Max) piggyback rides

Asked Max to be his boyfriend at one pride parade, and people thought it was so cute! They named that day, ‘Kimax Day’

Max- Not a Robot, I’m Agender 🤖

They/Them

Has many pride tank-tops and pins with puns / ‘Error 404 Gender Not Found’ ‘I Don’t Speak Binary Code’ ‘2/3 of the Invisible Trio’

Has Marinette paint their cheeks the colors of the agender and asexual flags

Has one of those digital backpacks with pixelated images on the front

Downloads Pride songs for Markov to blasts from their speakers

When they and Alix convinced Kim to dress in drag, Max may or may not have drooled a bit

Progress Pride Flag cape, socks, and nails

When protestors attack, Max goes all LGBT scientist on their butts, explaining the difference between gender and sex, what hormone blockers actually do, and how not every gay person has AIDS

Once beat up a sleazy protester for... Feeling Kim down there / Max: *Hitting protester with a baseball bat* If you ever do that again, I will fit Markov with a laser and have them slice your rotten dick off!

Marinette and Nathaniel helped them make pride bracelets with the sexualities and gender identities written in binary code. The pride nerds LOVED them

Nathaniel: Our Beautiful BiRomantic Son 🎨

He/Him

He and Marinette paint everyone’s faces before every pride parade

Painted an asexual heart on his Bi flag and wore it as a cape

Cuffed jeans, boots, tucked-in shirt, beanie, pride buttons / Paints pride flags on his denim jacket and shorts

Marc does his makeup, and he looks fabulous

His grandma teaches him how to fight in case of violent Christian protesters / Grandma: Sweetie, you’re Jewish and Bisexual, the world is gonna tear you apart. Learn how to give a mean left hook.

Once took over a face painting booth, now he does it every Pride Month

Enters the 'Crush a watermelon between your thighs' contest every time and always wins first

Saw couples cosplaying as Mightillustrator and Inverser, and cried tears of joy

He and Marc cosplay as couples at every pride parade. The fan favorites are Keith and Lance, Tweek and Craig, and Michael and Rich

CANNOT have too much sugar or he goes crazy and wakes up with no memories of what he did

The next day after an intense sugar high, people were saluting as he walked by and calling him ‘General of the Bisexual Battalion’ / He’s not complaining or questioning it / He has an army now and will one day take over all of Europe. Then the world.

Marc: The Rainbow Flag has Taken a Human Form🏳️‍🌈

Nonbinary- He/Him & They/Them

A True Pride Legend

Born on June 1st at a pride parade.

A singer helped deliver him, his cord was cut by a sword Lesbian, he was swaddled in a drag queen’s glitter cape, and their name was thought of by a drag king

This moment was so beautiful that many protesters cried and decided to join the parade

Everyone will literally stop what they’re doing just to get a picture with them / Everyone loves Marc!

Got into a splits contest and won

Makes flower crowns and knits rainbow flag scarves to pass out to everyone

Certified Mom Friend

Does everyone's makeup

Loses his shit when his shorter friends get lost in crowds

Hugs pride kids who were forced to sneak out or were kicked out of their homes then buys them ice cream / He and Nathaniel have adopted over fifty Pride kids who were kicked out of their homes

Joins Adrien in dressing like a Disney Princess. He SLAYED as Snow White

It may not seem like it, but Marc can throw a punch and fight with one hand right behind their back

Beat up a transphobic asshole for trying to “correct” a trans boy by forcing himself onto him. / They never did find the man’s body. In fact, all of his personal information was gone. Almost like he had never even existed... / Marc looks cute, but he can be terrifying when he needs to be

Alix: Two Out of 3 💚💜🖤🤍

She/Her & They/Them

Leaves many girls swooning as they skate by

Devious little shit

She doesn’t beat up protesters like her classmates. She pranks them until they cry / One year, they all ended up covered in rainbow glitter and pink feathers / Adrien and Rose help them make glitter bombs to throw at protesters, then they run away giggling

Wears sarcastic Pride shirts and black shorts with her roller skates

She and Jalil come out to their father every June

Alix: Father. I am AroAce! / Jalil: Also, I am gay! / Alim: Kids, I know. You’ve been doing this every year. / Jalil: Well... Thank you for being an ally!

This is the only time she’ll wear makeup / She wears it like war paint. Only it’s rainbow

Drinks the most juice out of everyone

Ships people with Alya. SHIPPING BUDS!

Myléne: Smol Asexual Bean ♠️

She/Her

Goes all out for Pride Month / Rolls around in glitter with Rose and Sabrina before every parade

Dyes her hair all rainbow / Wears a ‘Shakespeare was Here’ shirt with her asexual flag skirt

Has also beaten up homophobes and transphobes

Is the most vocal when it comes to putting those assholes in their place. Ivan has to hold her back sometimes

After an acephobe after they made certain comments (You ace folk know what I’m talkin ‘bout) She roundhouse kicked them / Every protester knows not to mess with the bohemian girl

Will blast The PROM soundtrack at max volume from her phone

Cosplays as musical characters. Veronica Sawyer was a fan favorite

Part of the “Where the Hell is Adrien?” Squad

Ivan: My Girlfriend is Stronger than Me, and it’s So Hot 💪😍

Prefers He/Him but is cool with other pronouns - Questioning his gender so isn’t using any labels right now

The responsible auncle

Mari and Alya’s partner in Pansexuality/ He can’t help if everyone is attractive, he just can’t!

Looks like he can kill you, but is actually a cinnamon role. Myléne on the other hand...

Has let Marc do their makeup and nails, and looks gorgeous!

Did drag. Slayed. Rocks those three-inch heels.

Tank tops and shorts club

Like Marinette, no one dares to flirt with him. Not because he’s out of their league, but because they’re scared of his girlfriend

Dyes his blonde tuft pastel pink every year

More pacifistic than her friends are when it comes to protesters, but if the right buttons are pressed, hell shall be raised

They join Alya and Alix in shipping random people

Rose: The Lovely Lipstick Lesbian💄

She/Her- Breaking lesbian stereotypes est. 2004

The kind aunt who supports all of her niblings

Has been going to pride with her dads since she was born/ One of her dads is a retired drag queen

Wears her rainbow fairy wings every year

Has a lesbian flag with dozens of girls' phone numbers written on it. / Doesn’t wear it anymore now that she has Juleka

Throws fistfuls of glitter at protesters and yells at them, “LIGHTEN UP!”

Sprinkles glitter on pride kids and tells them to sparkle

Marinette helps her make rainbow unicorn plushies to hand out to children every year

Dresses as Disney Princesses with Adrien and Marc. Princess Squad!

Bakes cookies to pass around

Drag Kings and Queens love this girl! She’s cute, loud, and carries glitter everywhere

Butch lesbians learn not to flirt with her after their encounter with Juleka

To piss of protesters, she dipped Juleka and kissed her for ten whole seconds / Rose: I bet your husbands don’t love you like that. / Drag Queens: BUUUUUURN!

Juleka: The Gay Witch 🖤🏳️‍🌈

She/Her & They/Them - Total lesbian

Was there when Marc was born, and will never forget that day. (She has an impressive memory, even as a baby)

They swore they saw a rainbow when he was born

Dresses as a witch and wears red eye contacts to every pride event so she freaks out protesters

Has actually cursed them / They just bought the spellbook off of Amazon

Carries around a rainbow parasol

Carries Rose under every threshold she comes across

Is a lot louder at pride events than on regular days

She actually sang Girls Like Girls up on stage, and everyone went wild

Sometimes wears suits

When they saw Rose being flirted with by some butch lesbians, they went ballistic / Now the butch lesbians are terrified of her forever

She and Luka help out with painting her friends’ nails and dying their hair

Dyes her hair rainbow every pride month

Luka: The Responsible Hot & Chaotic Auncle 💖💚💙

Agender- They/Them, He/Him, She/Her - Polysexual/Polyamorous

“For me, gender is like silence... I’m just not into it.”

Doesn’t really care what pronouns people use for him

Wears dresses to every pride parade. Anarka and Juleka have never been so proud

Is always doing drag cosplay. Marc and Nathaniel have never been so proud / They had people gawking when they did Jessica Rabbit cosplay

Purposely bends over in front of people, while wearing leggings, skirts, skinny jeans, or short shorts. Marinette, Kagami, and Adrien got nosebleeds

Marinette/Kagami/Adrien: Luka's ass in those shorts is a Godsend.

Dyes her hair rainbow every pride parade

The minute June starts, they’ll get up in the morning, grab their Polysexual flag, and just run around the city

Has been coming up with Pride songs to sing at protesters. Many of the songs insult them. / Luka: Okay! This one goes out to the trash behind barriers, it’s called, “Please shut the fuck up, you homophobic dildos!”

Got into a flexing contest and won second, but at the cost of their sequined sleeves

Asked Adrien, Marinette, and Kagami to be his significant others at a pride event. They all said yes

Has carried Adrien and Marinette on her biceps, and Kagami on her shoulders

Adrien: ... I marrying them first. / Marinette: Get in the back of the line, blonde wonder! / Kagami: Both of you move to the back.

Kagami: While You Were Busy Being Hetero, I Studied the Blade 🗡

She/Her - PanRomantic/Polyamorous

Surprisingly, her mother was very supportive. She even bought Kagami a rainbow sword / Turns out, Tamoe had a few flings herself. 😉

Kagami came out to the whole fencing team by wearing a pansexual-flag print fencing mask. Adrien squealed all through practice

She didn’t quite understand what polyamory meant and was confused as to why she had crushes on Adrien, Marinette, and Luka at the same time

After a bit of explaining and reassuring her that it was totally normal and not being disloyal to a partner, Kagami came to terms with being polyamorous

Tamoe allowed Kagami to go to her first Pride Parade. On the condition that she take her sword to ward off protesters

She was so overwhelmed and wasn’t entirely sure what to do until she found Marinette, Luka, and Adrien in the crowd with their friends

The four of them hung out together and got closer

Believes Adrien in pastels is one of the purest things on Earth

When Marinette and Luka entered the flexing contest, Kagami had to keep Adrien and herself from fainting

When Luka asked her, Marinette, and Adrien to be his significant others she tried to resist the urge to jump and squeal, but couldn’t hold it in

Likes it when Marinette wraps her trans flag around her. It’s so warm

Chased off a protester and TERF with her sword. They said some shit about Marinette being ‘fake’, Luka being ‘greedy’, and Adrien being a ‘pansy’, and she just snapped / While screaming in rapid Japanese, she chased about fifty protesters away. Her SOs were so proud.

Sabrina: The Ginger Gent 👑🏳️‍🌈

She/Her, He/Him in Drag- PanRomantic

Rolls around in glitter, as is a Drag tradition

Dresses in drag. / The Ginger Gent is her drag king name and she’s got like a glam rocker theme going on

Sequined leather jacket, coiffed toupee, glitter makeup

Started doing drag when she was twelve. Her dad supported her wholeheartedly and even entered her in junior drag contests. She took first place three times

Sometimes puts on private drag shows for Chloé. (Nothing weird!)

Marinette helps makes most of her costumes

Luka’s partner in Drag / Together, they kick ass and still look glamorous

A makeup expert (Next to Marc)

Roger taught her self defense / If you're going to Pride, learn to fight

Has taken down thirty protesters, his hair still looks awesome, and there's not a sequin out of place.

Chloé: The Badass Polysexual Demigirl 💖💚💙

She/Her and They/Them

Not really that attracted to guys

Best dressed. / Marc/Luka/Sabrina: She wishes!

Only allows Marc to do their makeup, no one else!

She has her own float in the parade / She passes out rainbow boas

Taking names and kicking butt

Has actually choked a protester with their flag and they don't do a thing about it since they're the mayor's child

Chloe: It pays to have political power. / Marinette: In this situation.

Doesn't tell people, but they came to Marinette, Nino, and Kim about gender stuff when they were questioning their identity

The day was spent teaching Chloe about the trans spectrum until she found the gender that felt right to her

Whenever Chloe gets excited, she makes out with the first girl she comes across. / Many young female protesters started questioning things when the blonde's lips grazed against theirs'

[kaibutsushidousha]

Tribe Nine progress report #00 (part 1)

Translations from the official Tribe Nine website, supplemented with things that were said on stream.

Character names are in Japanese order because that's how they're officially romanized.

Also, I'll be posting this in multiple parts because I reached the image limit on this post.

World

In the country of Neotokyo, year 20XX, youth with no hope for society's future form Tribes to find a place to call home.

With time, the disputes between Tribes continued to grow more and more violent. The situation was very intense in the eyes of the Neotokyo government, so they enforced the XB Law, which limited the quarrels between Tribes to only Extreme Baseball.

Pitch, bat, and trade blows. The youths were crazy over this radical pride-staking game.

XB (Extreme Baseball)

A duel method similar to baseball, designed to settle conflicts between Tribes. As determined by the XB Law, the loser must obey the winner's order(s).

Runners and the fielder with the ball can initiate battles with each other for the right to reach a base. The slugfests between players equipped with body-enhancing gear are XB's greatest trademark.

Rules

The games must be played late at night when there are no longer any onlookers.

The games will use the entire City as its field.

Batters are only out by tag out or by strike out.

There is no home run. In case of an extra-base hit, the runner(s) can run through the bases until they initiate a battle against the fielder with the ball.

A fielder with the ball is allowed to initiate a battle against a runner, staking the runner's right to reach a base.

Players can equip XB Gear to enhance their physical abilities.

Anything can be used as XB Gear, as long as it's approved by the Judge Robot acting as the umpire for the game.

The win condition is either scoring more points than the opposing team or knocking out the opponents in battle.

The winner can give any order to the loser.

Characters

[This section will have some character profiles for a few Tribes, but before that, I'll have to go over some elements that were only explained in a previous interview and in the stream. The game will contain 23 Tribes, each themed after one of the 23 wards of Tokyo. The names of the Tribes here all match the names of the wards they represent. Their base concepts will be all about local stereotypes, of course, but in the stream, Kodaka compared them to One Piece pirate crews in terms of how much individuality the characters will get within the team.]

Minato Tribe

A Tribe famed as the strongest in Neotokyo. They value the bonds between teammates and genuinely enjoy XB.

[The Minato ward is the ward where the Tokyo Tower (also called Minato Tower) is. Due to holding the symbol of the city, Kodaka chose it to be the ward of the anime's protagonist Tribe.]

Kamiya Shun (Leader)

CV: Akira Ishida

Birthday: February 22nd

Height: 179 cm

Weight: 65 kg

Voice sample 1: Let's enjoy one more game.

Voice sample 2: I'll show you how to topple the Minato Tower.

"What could be more exciting than XB?"

The founder and leader of the Minato Tribe, as well as the main reason why they're considered the strongest. He is one of the very few Beam Bat users. He's as top tier as you'd expect as a pitcher and batter, not to mention he's unmatched at a fistfight.

He enjoys unchallenged popularity on the XB field, but he also has a more goofy side. His antics include giving his teammate incomprehensible nicknames and getting hungover on coffee, among others.

Shirokane Haru

CV: Shun Horie

Birthday: January 20th

Height: 160 cm

Weight: 47 kg

Voice sample 1: My name is Haru. Shirokane Haru.

Voice sample 2: If I can really hit this swing...

"If I really have potential... I wanna give it a try!"

A timid bullied boy. He was getting into trouble with the town's delinquents as usual when Kamiya and Taiga saved him. He was bound by his own perceived uselessness, but Kamiya noticed his natural agility, wits, and keen eyes and he was invited to use these "weapons" of him for the Minato Tribe.

Taiga

CV: Chiharu Sawashiro

Birthday: October 10th

Height: 182 cm

Weight: 76 kg

Voice sample 1: I'll beat Kamiya Shun and become the best player!

Voice sample 2: The match only starts when you get to the batter's box.

You got nothing to worry about, you got me as the captain on this ride aboard the S.S. Big Ship Taiga, where S.S. stands for "safe and sound"!

A hot-blooded boy who came to Neotokyo from the other side of the ocean in pursuit of one dream: winning against the strongest man, Kamiya Shun! He joins the Minato Tribe along with Haru. He's a novice in XB and struggles to memorize the rules, but he keeps challenging his opponents with his dauntless courage and the brute strength he's so proud of.

Arisugawa Saori (Vice-Leader)

CV: Mai Fuchigami

Birthday: November 22nd

Height: 162 cm

Weight: 43 kg

Voice sample 1: The Minato Tribe never says no to anyone wanting to join or leave. You can stay as long as you want.

Voice sample 2: Raise your arm higher and put more strength into your swing.

There's no ball I can't catch!

The Minato Tribe's vice-leader. Despite her frail looks, she's an outstanding catcher, capable of stopping even Kamiya's blazing fastballs. She takes charge, commanding Minato's ensemble of oddballs since Kamiya is too careless to be a real leader.

No one values the members of Minato's team more than her, but she is extremely strict about rules and morals, never hesitating to unload a cartridge of her favorite airsoft gun on a transgressing teammate.

Mita Santarou

CV: Mutsumi Tamura

Birthday: March 30th

Height: 150 cm

Weight: 44 kg

Voice sample 1: I know talent when I see it.

Voice sample 2: The first thing rookies do is carry my stuff. That's the law of Minato.

T-those dudes are no match for me...! Ok, you guys go take them on!

A member of the Minato Tribe. He claims to be the ace of the team but is actually just a reserve pitcher. He's a pervert and a sleazeball and often gets punished by Arisugawa for it, but he shows no signs of wanting to fix his flaws.

He tends to abuse his seniority over the new members, but he's as caring and friendly as he is unreasonably bossy.

Daimon Manami

CV: Fukushi Ochiai

Birthday: July 20th

Height: 191 cm

Weight: 180 kg

Voice sample 1: I accept all forms of gratitude and cake.

Voice sample 2: You gotta swing hard but without straining yourself.

Don't forget to eat well before a game of XB.

A member of the Minato Tribe. He's always supporting the other members with his gentle personality and great cooking. Minato's base of operation is Lovely Ocean, a restaurant he runs.

Despite his usual calm, no one can stop him when he snaps.

[Translation note: Manami means "lovely ocean"]

Aoyama Kazuki

CV: Shouya Chiba

Birthday: May 18th

Height: 174 cm

Weight: 57 kg

Voice sample 1: Huhu, even if I can't use my left arm anymore, my brain is still much better than yours, stupid people.

Voice sample 2: Timing is essential in our next strategy, I'll be giving the commands. It'd be easier for all of you since you won't have to think.

"You'll be my pawns."

A mysterious boy who suddenly appeared asking to join the Minato Tribe. He can't properly play XB because his left hand is injured. But for unknown reasons, he's very knowledgeable about XB tactics and how to handle a Beam Bat and makes full use of his ingenuity to bring victory to Minato.

He seems to have some kind of goal in approaching the Minato Tribe, but what could it be?

Chiyoda Tribe

A tribe under the patronage of the king of Neotokyo. They have been suppressing many other Tribes all over the country to ostentate their power.

[Chiyoda is the ward where the Palace is, so the Chiyoda Tribe are the guys with political power]

Ootori Oujirou (Leader)

CV: Jun'ichi Suwabe

Birthday: September 26th

Height: 192 cm

Weight: 78 kg

Voice sample 1: Can you entertain me, even a little?

Voice sample 2: A game needs blood. In eras where giants clash, the people are waiting for battles that spray blood and shatter bone.

"Winning is everything. There is nothing else I need."

The leader of the Chiyoda Tribe, and heir to Ootori Tenshin, the king of Neotokyo. Tenshin trained him since he was a child to be the strongest XB player.

He challenges teams all over Neotokyo to prove he is the best.

Ootori Tenshin (King of Neotokyo)

CV: Hiroshi Naka

Birthday: January 31st

Height: 177 cm

Weight: 51 kg

Voice sample 1: None is allowed to disobey the Ootori family! It's the masses to duty to kneel before me. Am I wrong?

Voice sample 2: Every single one of those so-called big shots sullying my Chiyoda must be exterminated! Go show them the power of the Ootori family!

"Through XB, you must show that that the power of the Ootori family is absolute!"

The king of Neotokyo. He's strongly obsessed with XB, to the point he trained his heir Oujirou since childhood to be the best player.

After that, he founded the Chiyoda Tribe with Oujirou as the leader.

He aims to trample all Tribes in the country in XB to ostentate the strength of the Ootori family.

CV: Mikako Komatsu

Birthday: March 15th

Height: 170 cm

Weight: 46 kg

Voice sample 1: As you wish.

Voice sample 2: I honestly and absolutely believe you will get the result you desire.

"Only death awaits the enemies of the Ootori family."

Ootori Tenshin's secretary. To the public, she's nothing more than a modest secretary, but her secret is that she's a cold-blooded agent, capable of doing anything for the sake of the Ootori family.

Countless people who criticized or plotted to opposed the Ootori family's plans may or may not have been to their grave by her hand.

[mollysfoundfamily]

What are the epithet erased folks like when they're drunked?

Oh ho ho ho this is going to be fun! ( alcohol and drunk Tigger warning though)

Molly: No. No. No. No. no alcohol for the baby. EVER! Percy doesn’t even anything that even looks like it get close to her and her young still forming brain!! the others have kind of an unspoken rule about it to. SHES. JUST. TOO. PURE.

she hasn’t told them that her dad used to let her drink pumpkin spice beer at thanksgiving yet.

Sylvie: Don’t tell percy but Sylvie drinks wine the most respectable and classy of all adult beverages when he’s at office parties. The others are reluctant to let a 15 year old do it but he insists he‘s more then responsible enough. It’s purely to study the complex flavors anyway (he’ll never admit it but they all taste like expired cough syrup to him) not to get totally inebriated for the sake of it.... that part happened on accident. It only takes about one glass to do it and He goes into beef beef sheep mode but as a drunken out loud ramble. He comes up with alot of “ground braking theories“ when he gets like this too. He was once convinced that motion wasn’t real it‘s just an illusion our brains cook up to help us cope with our frozen world!!! He’ll just keep rambling and hiccuping for hours every once and a while admitting something very very embarrassing like How he doesn’t know what half the big words he uses mean or that his coffee is actually just chocolate milk until he eventually passes out on top of a pile of very tipsy sheep sucking his thumb.... which is usually fallowed by a visit from a very very glitchy beefton Who has fish fins for some reason because drunk dreams apparently aren’t as stable as regular dreams.

Giovanni: Gio doesn’t even really like alcohol (mostly because of Debby) but sneaks into bars every now and then because underage drinking is a major crime!! He can’t stomach anything unless it’s drowned in sweet strawberry staved ice or a million different juices and of course a tiny umbrella and it only takes one of those to get him waisted... His whole face flushes totally red even his ears! He’s somehow even louder and more obnoxious then usual! Dancing on tables swinging form ceiling fans yelling at strangers who don’t tip or harass The bar tenders and getting into fist fights with them which he usually loses (making out with crusher that one time) his few inhibitions completely out the window along with the Bar‘s jukebox.... it’s the only time he’s ever committed any kind of real crimes. Then on the second on he just Starts maniacally laughing and crying at the same time. Its actually pretty scary to witness so thank goodness Bear trap ain’t around. Until It eventually just becomes crying about all the mean stuff he did and how great it is but how it’s awful too and how he doesn’t wanna be mean but you have to be mean to be a bad guy so does that mean he doesn’t wanna be a bad guy? and really feels like he should have taken that four year baseball scholarship to the city’s top medical College!!

Mera: She’s a little harder to get waisted mostly Because she has to be really careful not to brake the fancy glasses her drinks come in. When she does it only makes her get more grumpy and makes her start scream ranting about how terrible life is and how terrible people are and just how much everything and everyone sucks all the time... expect for Indus

her affection for him is turned up a hundred fold she’ll throw herself on top of him and nuzzle into him like a kitty squeezing his muscles! She’ll ramble on about how he’s the handsomest sweetest person in the history of ever and how she doesn’t deserve him and just wants to kiss his big dumb face and from there it trails off into.... pg 13 territory untill she passes out and a very red faced indus has to carry her home.

Indus: Indus is also pretty hard to get drunk since he’s so huge it’s only ever happened once. It was from one to many of those wooden pints of ale at this theme bar because of course it was. Everyone there thought he was an actor or something and kept asking for selfies because he kept singing broken warrior drinking ballets and challenging people to drinking contests which only made things worse. After winning about 5 he couldn’t say too words without braking into giggle fit or hiccuping his head off. It would have been kinda cute if he hadn’t also lost all motor control, completely forgot how strong he was and smashed almost everything and everyone he came in contact with. He hugged about 7 people into the hospital, smashed a hole on the bar. and then tried to fight a forklift. But he probably would have done that last one anyway.

Percy: (aka the one you’re all waiting for) Has only ever taken a drink once in her life. Ramsey thought Champagne would be a good way to celebrate after closing a big case together... he has never regretted anything so much. She took one sip and she was immediately completely intoxicated a Drunken delinquent unable to control her own actions or the already rapidly forming addition she was suffering from. But she would work as hard as she could to get sober and decided to check herself into the nearest rehab center. He tried to stop her but she was determined to go strait there but she wouldn’t allow herself to operate a motor vehicle under such conditions so she decided to walk there right through the middle of heavy traffic. Once again totally unable to control her rash decisions. He eventually got her to come back thankfully without getting hit. Only for her to run straight into a stop sign. She got back up again immediately and acted like nothing was wrong even though blood was pooring out of her swelled up nose! He tried to take her to the hospital but she insisted on staying to defend her honor again the offending sign as irrational displays of strength was a common drunken activity. But electrocuting it was probably not the best idea since it sort of acted as a lightning rod and fired the underground wires the ran underneath it blacking out the next 5 city blocks. The video of the whole thing when viral and Percy uses as an example of the dangers of alcohol For the kids.

Ramsey: The man can afford freaking gold laced Champagne but chooses box rosé in the basement watching Adam Sandler movies like the king he is.

But somehow with out fail he will always always always wake up the next morning in the master sweet of a yacht he just bought with a bunch of passed out strangers half of which are furries in a giant pile of money totally unable to move his face because of the back ally Botox he got done. wearing nothing but his boxers, gold chains with a little gold rats on them, and solid gold crocks still holding that box of rosé....

Zora: We’ve done drunk Zora art here before she’s pretty much exactly what you would expect downing whisky and beer left and right just to see how far she can go!! Her competitiveness goes through the roof and she’s challenging anyone to anything darts, arm wrestle, poole, russian roulette, jump rope, anything she was one of the said people Indus got into a drinking contest with and the only one he lost too! She really isn’t that much different then her usual self since she drinks pretty regularly and has the highest tolerance out of everyone.

extra because I had too!!

Howie: It seems like its impossible to get him drunk. His worker bees get him to try and loosen up a little because like it or not he needs it. But he’s already downed 10 giant beers and seems totally the same.... until he gets a call about a new job gets up and walks right through the wall of the bar leaving a Howie shaped hole behind him.

[oyavaski]

🎀Oyavaski's BakuDeku Fic Masterlist🎀

Under the cut are some of my all time favorite BakuDeku fics I've ever come across on A03. They range in ratings from Teen to Mature to Explicit. The majority will be Explicit because I prefer more adult themes over toothrotting fluff (mostly for the miscommunication and drama that spurs from intimate romances lol) So be sure to pay attention to ratings before considering clicking the links 😏👌

Not Rated:

Burn, Pine, Perish by Kindaopps

"Three things dawned on Izuku, as he stared at the slick flower petals scattered over the black words of his book: he has fallen in love with his husband, his husband did not love him back, and he is going to die." <- Izuku is a fae cursed from birth, never to fall in love lest his love go unrequited. Hanahaki Disease trope done very well.

Teen Rating:

Solar by Kindaopps

"Here he is, a God, wanting a mortal." <- Sun God Katsuki falls madly in love with a human man named Izuku Midoriya. One of my newest favorites

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I Still Do by RaeRyn

"He's losing him to pieces, but Izuku still tries to make them count. In which a battle leaves Katsuki with Amnesia, and Izuku finds himself picking up the pieces." <- perfect summary description. Heart breaking dialogue exchanges and concept. One of my treasured fics.

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Many Sunflowers Later by Jeka

"Scholar Midoriya Izuku comes back to the person he left behind after his journey through the kingdom, the mighty dragon clan leader Bakugou Katsuki." <- A super precious and unique take on the Fantasy AU. It's a short one, but I guarantee it'll warm your soul like homemade stew on a frigid winter morning.

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The Way You Used To Do by Edema_Ruh

"During a battle, Midoriya gets hit by a villain whose quirk detaches his soul from his body. Stuck in a ghost-like state, the boy enters a race against time in order to save himself from permanently dying. Much to his luck - or lack of it -, the only person who can see and talk to him in this state is no one other than Kacchan. Alternatively: Deku and Kacchan are Soul Bound." <- quite possibly the most popular and well written/nearly perfect canon characterization BakuDeku fic currently out there. Very worth the read, and enough insanely detailed chapters to keep you reading for a week or more lol.

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Mature Rating:

The Night We Met by Majjale

" "You a poet?" "Only for you." Two sincere wishes and the ramifications of them."<- part one of the Dead Poets series. A simple summary for a Deeply Painful fic that will Hurt You until it doesn't. I've reread this, and it's epilogue fic, over a dozen times now. It's seriously so beautifully written.

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Take Me Back by Majjale

"A soft epilogue." <- epilogue to The Night We Met, and part two of Dead Poets. A fitting end for our heros after the events in the first part of Dead Poets. Made me cry like a babybackbitch.

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Imperial Retrograde by Mynameis152

"Raised on a continent at the brink of war, Katsuki and Izuku's sides were chosen the day they were born. But now, as Katsuki's birth right is stripped of him and handed to a foreign prisoner, as Izuku's stolen from his home in the dead of night to fight for an enemy nation because he was at the wrong place at the wrong time, the two are forced to find common ground with each other, and end a war heading towards total annihilation."<- A wonderful Fantasy AU fic set in a universe/kingdom where harboring a dragon is punishable by death. And our poor Izuku just so happened to accidentally hatch a dragon he didn't intend to find!

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I Feel You by Soulstring

" "I don't always take questionable substances from strangers but when I do I end up getting a second hand boner from my childhood friend's feelings" - Midoriya Izuku, most likely."<- Izuku meets a girl with an empathy quirk that manifests in the form of a goo that she bottles and offers it to him as a gift for rescuing her from a kidnapper. Izuku becomes addicted to the goo because of the intense feelings it gives him, and Katsuki has a few issues with that.

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Explicit Rating:

On The Run by Justaperson1718

"(Based in an AU where All Might loses to All For One) Follow Izuku and Katsuki as they fight together for their very survival and mature through their experiences with each other, on the run together from the League of Villains with no one to depend on but each other. The two will have to work out their differences if they want to continue to live and escape the villains."<- summary explains it pretty well. Haven't read this in quite a while so I don't have much to elaborate on.

Fire In The Mountains/Fire In The Blood by EllaBesmirched(El_Bell)

" “I’ll do it.”

Enji finally turned around and fixed Shouto with an expression so scathing, Shouto had to fight to keep his chin raised. “You’ll marry the Barbarian King.”

Shouto blinked. “Yes.” " <- A polycule masterpiece. I've reread this series no-less than 12 times by now. Incredibly detailed, insanely well written and fleshed out characters. Polygamous relationships and multiple pairings throughout. Main pairs are TodoBaku/TodoBakuDeku/BakuDenkiMinaKiriTodoDeku. It's honestly fantastic, I highly recommend it.

Kacchan by KyuukaKoinu

"Sometimes it’s about winning an argument. Other times it’s about acknowledging your feelings. And in rare cases, it’s about trying to make sense about your ex-childhood friend making out with you in your mother’s kitchen when he swears that he hates your guts. But most of the time, it’s about growing up and understanding what makes the difference between a boy and a man. Both Katsuki and Izuku are finding this out, and they are figuring it out in the hardest way."<- OK so, I can totally look past the almost word-for-word plagiarism of the summary for Boys by CaseyV (the greatest SoRiku fanfic ever fucking made, thank you) because this story was really fucking good. And the character development and progression throughout the plot is fluid and doesn't feel forced at any point. Katsuki coming to accept his sexuality and love for Izuku, Izuku being bullied by his peers for his obvious affection for Footballplayer!Katsuki, and all the drama that lies throughout between two boys learning to accept their feelings and an older man Izuku seeks comfort in from his issues with Katsuki.

Vicious by feelslikefire

"Midoriya and Bakugou wind up in the very last position either of them thought they'd be in: Hero Partners. It's not fun, but they learn to cope. Their first big assignment together takes them undercover to infiltrate a cult, but the situation turns out far more sinister than they first thought. (Or: Midoriya and Bakugou pretend to be Fake Married, join a cult, start having sex, and learn not to suck as partners, not necessarily in that order.)"<- where do I even BEGIN??? This fic has. It. All. Fake marriages, Fake relationships, an insane scary ass cult, hardcore bondage sex, friends with benefits, an insanely well thought out plot that will keep you hooked. Seriously worth the read. I've reread it multiple times and I'll probably reread it again soon once my glasses are repaired lol.

Play The Field by Lalazee

"Baseball and feelings, feelings and baseball. Turns out, Bakugou and Deku are both good and bad at the same things. They try to work on it"<- in which Izuku and Katsuki were aiming to go pro in Baseball, until Izuku's good arm is mangled in a serious accident that creates a crevasse between himself and his relationship with Katsuki. Been a while since I've read this one, but anything by Lalazee is worth the read!!

Blood Moon by Lalazee

"The Thank-Fuck-We-Aren’t-Dead Sex had started then, and had never really stopped. Then came the feelings and the fights. The ego, the pride, the jealousy. And then there was Us (The one-shot smut fic that turned into an entire world for you.)"<- the very first BakuDeku fic I ever read, and an AMAZING way to start. The horny dial is sex to MAXIMUM. (OK so I made an error here, but I think "horny dial is SEX to MAXIMUM is better kept than fixed so fuck it LOOOL)

So there we have it!!! I spent a good hour or so jotting all this down. So I hope ya'll see a few you haven't read yet and give them a shot!

Please like/reblog if you find anything you end up liking so others can take a look themselves 🥰

[thescoundrelprincess]

The Way You Look Tonight (Part 2)

Jugenea fan fiction

Read Part One

Warning: This one gets pretty steamy...

March 1948

“So, I’ll help the fella, the fella with an umbrella,

Help him find, the girl who saved her love for a rainy day!”

Judy lipsinged her notes superbly. Her and Peter then completed the scene perfectly.

“Cut!” yelled Chuck across the room. “That was perfect!” Judy ran out from behind the staged door and Peter approached her to give her a hug.

“Finally!” Peter exclaimed. “We finished!”

“Yes!” Judy replied with the same amount of excitement. “Holy shit, I never thought we were gonna finish that number. First the elevator thing, second my melting hat…”

Peter and the rest of the crew started laughing at her humor, along with Gene. He had decided to stop by the set to watch the finishing takes of the picture. Surrounding him were Fred, Chuck, and Ann, patiently waiting for Judy and Peter to nail the scene. They all ran up to Peter and Judy.

“That was swell guys!” Fred patted both their backs. “Hallelujah, the picture is finished! We’ve got to celebrate!”

“We have a great picture on our hands!” Chuck grinned happily. “You’ve all worked so hard, I’ll supply the champagne. All of you come to my house tonight, we’re celebrating.”

Gene was glad the picture was finished. He knew it’d be a hit in the box office. Even though he wasn’t able to be her leading man, Fred was the perfect replacement.

“Gene, you’re welcome to come if you want,” Chuck laid his hand on Gene’s shoulder. “You’ve been the ghost in the picture I must say. Hell, you wouldn’t have if you didn’t break that damn ankle!”

Gene and the others started laughing at Chuck’s comment. “I totally would, Chuck, but I promised Kerry I’d take her to the movies and ice cream tonight.”

“Aww, it’s fine. A good father is what I like to see,” Chuck shook Gene’s shoulder, then patted it a few times.

“Hey Gene, you don’t have to worry,” Peter interrupted. “I was waiting to tell you all till the end of the day today. Party at my house on St. Patty’s day. You’re all invited. Don’t miss it,” Peter pointed at all of them. “It’ll be a fun time.”

“Oh, Gene’s Irish ass wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Chuck roared. “He’s probably got a four leaf clover tattooed on his ass.” They all started laughing hysterically, especially Judy. She loved Chuck’s sense of humor, similar to hers.

“Chuck!” Judy yelled mid laugh. Judy’s uproarious laugh just made everyone else laugh even harder.

“What time is it at?” Ann asked.

“7 o’ clock sharp. The theme is green and gold. I know you ladies like to dress for the occasion, so those are the specified colors,” Peter quipped.

“I’ll be there!”

“Count me in!” Judy added.

“Me three!” said Chuck.

“Well, my Irish ass will probably be there!” Gene added.

“Fred?” Peter asked, waiting for his answer.

“Sorry kiddo, I’ve already got plans that night with my wife. Wish I could come. Maybe if plans get canceled I’ll stop by.”

“That’d be awesome Fred, although I hope your plans stay, well, planned. Even though I’d love to see you.”

All of them continued to socialize with each other for the next five minutes until Gene told them he had to leave. It broke up the social circle.

“Alright, my house tonight to celebrate, you guys better not be late!” Chuck yelled to all of them.

“We won’t be,” Peter yelled back.

Gene walked out of the stage exit, leaning against the wall outside of the lot, waiting for Judy. He figured she’d be walking out this way; he parked next to her car on purpose. They hadn’t had time alone since the night at the Mocambo, when he took her home, back in December. What a night. Sure, they saw each other on the lot, they talked on the phone, and they saw each other at a few more parties, but they weren’t secluded. There were always people around. He took the opportunity to speak to Judy alone. Lighting up a cigarette, he waited patiently for her to come out the door.

After changing out of her costume, Judy gathered all her belongings in her dressing room and headed towards the exit door. Opening it, she spotted Gene leaning against the wall a few feet away from her, smoking. Gene, startled by the noise of the door, broke out of his daze and looked to see if it was her.

“Hello, Judy.”

“Why, hello darling.” Judy walked over to him and he pecked her on the cheek. Tobacco filled her nostrils.

“Can I?” Judy pointed at the cigarette.

“Sure.” Gene handed it to her. Judy took it between her fingers, her mouth enclosing around it. He swore she looked sexy no matter what she did. The sexiest smoker ever. After inhaling a few times, Judy gave him the cigarette back, stained by her red lips. Gene noticed it and smiled, gladly putting the stained cigarette back in his mouth. Judy noticed that he liked it, inwardly grinning. Oh, men.

“So, why are you standing out here smoking all alone?”

“I was waiting for you.”

“Why?” Judy turned to lean her arm and shoulder against the wall, legs crossed, her other hand on her hip with her purse and belongings.

Gene did the same, facing her. “Because I wanted to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“I didn’t really have anything in mind.”

“Interesting,” Judy pursed her lips at him, furrowing her brows at his response.

“Honestly anything I guess,” Gene looked down for a second, “I just took the opportunity, since I knew you’d be alone.” He looked back up at her with that charming smirk of his.

Tingles burst throughout Judy’s stomach. “Oh,” she responded, looking down, then back up at him. “The last time we were alone was after the Mocambo, right?”

“Yes.” Gene took a drag of his cigarette, staring blankly past her, then returning her gaze when he exhaled.

“Wow, it’s been awhile since we’ve been alone together,” Judy genuinely realized. “Maybe if you didn’t break that damn ankle we could’ve had another picture together, and we could’ve been alone more often.”

“Well, everything happens for a reason.”

“Well the reason you broke your ankle was because you were being too damn competitive in that baseball game of yours-“

“Volleyball game,” Gene corrected her, pointing at her.

“Whatever,” Judy replied, irritated but slowly breaking into a smile. She couldn’t help it.

“So, what are you doing after this?”

“The real question is,” Gene stared at her, “Are you gonna be at Peter’s Saturday night?”

“Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear me back there?” Judy gestured her thumb towards the door, inside the lot. “Count. Me. In?”

“Are you going alone?”

“Don’t know yet,” Judy replied with honesty. “Vincente and I have been a little rocky, I’m not sure he’d want to go to a party with me, especially one at Peter’s house. He’d go to one of the nightclubs with me but friend parties haven’t been his cup of tea lately. He is always sick or doesn’t feel like going. I’m not sure what’s wrong with him.”

Gene saw the sadness in her face. He did feel bad for her. His marriage was steady right now, but he knew what it was like to have tension in it. He handed the cigarette back to Judy.

“Well, I’ll be there alone. Betsy is taking Kerry with her to visit family this weekend. I can’t go with her because of work, but I can attend the party of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“You bet your Irish ass you won’t.”

“And your Irish ass!” Gene quipped.

“Yes,” Judy continued, “You know, my mother is a black Irish witch, and so am I,” Judy eyed him slyly with her dark eyes. “Don’t mess with me, Kelly.”

The look she was giving him reminded him of the night at the Mocambo, in the car. She gave him the same look when she pulled at his tie. The gaze went straight to his dick. Fuck. He decided to be playful.

He stuck his head out and leaned towards her, staring at her, arms crossed. His face was only a few inches away from hers. “And what if I do?”

Judy squinted at him, looking at his lips then back up at his eyes. “I might cast one of my spells on you. And trust me,” Judy raised her eyebrow. “It won’t be pleasant.”

Gene’s face grew blank as he stared into her dark brown eyes, hypnotized again. It’s like she’s casting a spell on me now. Gene slowly leaned away from her and gestured for her to hand him back the cigarette. She gave it back to him, waiting for a response, while he took a long drag.

“We’ll just have to see what happens.”

They both stood there, stiff in their sexual tension. After another drag, Gene looked at his watch and realized he needed to leave. It was getting late, and he had to take Kerry out. He decided to break the tension and change the subject.

“Alright, I’d better let you go, you have that celebration to go to.”

“And your movie to watch,” Judy paused, trying to think of the other thing Gene said he had to do. She had forgotten. “And whatever else you have to do.”

“Drive safe Judy, and have fun. Congratulations again on finishing the picture.”

“Thank you, Gene,” Judy beamed at him. “See you Saturday.”

“Yes, Saturday.” Gene leaned in to peck Judy on the lips this time, the peck lingering a few seconds longer than the last. They headed towards their cars together, Judy now realizing he was parked right next to her.

“Did you park here on purpose?”

“Maybe.” Gene started to chuckle. “I think your car looks good next to mine.”

Judy pursed her lips, glancing at both the cars. “You know what? I’d have to agree with you on that.” They both walked to their driver’s side doors and unlocked their cars.

“Okay, I’ll see ya Judy.”

“Bye Gene!”

“Bye Judy.”

Flash forward to Saturday…

Judy was at her vanity powdering herself up for Peter’s party. Looking in the mirror, she carefully applied her captivating red lipstick, her go-to color that made her lips strikingly beautiful, and sensuous. The color really illustrated her luscious, shapely lips. Puckering them, and taking a long look at herself, she finally moved on to picking her outfit. Walking into the closet, she untied her robe and searched for an outfit. Green. Running her hands through the many clothes on hangers, she found a simple, velvet, petite green dress. It was perfect.

She found matching green high heels and tossed them onto her bed from the closet. Now all she needed was a bathing suit. Peter told all of them at the Easter Parade party that not swimming wasn’t an option. Do I have a green swimsuit? Digging through her drawers, she found a matching bikini top and bottom. A bit scandalous, but that’s totally fine. The swim skirt would cover just below her ass.

After slipping on her dress, she walked back to her vanity, putting her hair up in a beautiful bun. She rummaged through her drawers of jewelry and clipped on gold earrings, a gold necklace, and some gold bracelets. Judy was always one to celebrate festivities, and corresponding color was important.

Heading towards the bed, she slipped on her green high heels and stuffed her swimsuit in a bag. I can change at the party. She had one last thing to do, and that was to grab a pullover for after swimming. And maybe some shorts, if she felt like wearing them.

Grabbing her last essentials, she sprayed some perfume on her neck and her wrists. She walked downstairs, approaching the front door. Taking one last look around, she sighed. Of course Vincente isn’t home yet. He probably won’t be home all night. With a melancholy face, Judy turned the doorknob, walked out, and shut the door, locking it.

Gene turned on his turn signal, approaching Peter’s house. He raced into the driveway and parked next to the many other cars in the yard. Eager to get inside, he quickly grabbed his swim suit bag in the passenger seat and headed towards Peter’s front door. He was wearing a grey suit and grey pants, with a green tie. But, he was also wearing green dress shoes, and a grey Irish cap on his head. Being the charming Irishman he was, he couldn’t resist.

Walking up towards the house, he searched for Judy’s car in the yard. No sign of it. She must not be here yet, unless she went with someone else. He took a peek at his watch. It was 7:30. I’m not too late. As he neared the house, he could hear the loud music and chatter happening inside. Although he was excited to party, he really wanted to hang out with Judy. Especially since his wife wasn’t with him, and from what Judy made it sound like, Vincente wouldn’t be coming either. He wanted another chance alone with her. Over the past 2-3 months he had been thinking nonstop about Judy “returning the favor”. The whole night at the Mocambo and after was sewn into his memory, minute by minute. He had a wonderful time, and the passion him and Judy shared was unforgettable. He was eager for this night to start, even though he had no idea what it held.

Finally on the porch, Gene opened the door. No one was in the living room; he heard noise coming from further down the house. Gene walked around a few corners to the bar area, into a room near the back patio Peter had. This is where the party was.

“Hey Gene, glad you could make it!” Peter walked up to him and eagerly shook his hand. “Wow, you did dress for the occasion! I think you’ve got the best outfit out of all of us.”

“Why thank you,” Gene smiled courteously.

“Come on and join us!”

Almost everyone was at the bar and in the huge living room next to it. Gene always thought Peter had a nice house, good for parties. He looked around and saw many familiar faces, including Frank’s. He decided to approach him; he was sitting at the bar.

“Hey Frank!” Gene walked up behind him and slapped him on the back.

“Hey pal!” Frank turned around, recognizing that undeniable voice. He eyed Gene up and down. “Wow, you put a lot of effort into the dress code.”

“What can I say, I’m an artistic kinda guy.” He noticed Van was next to Frank.

“Hey Van, how ya doing?”

“Just swell, how are you?”

“I’m doing great. Having a good time?”

“Yeah, Peter’s got the best drink selection. He said we could help ourselves. I’m glad he had this party, and the turnout is already great.”

“Yes, I’ve noticed there’s already a lot of people here. Not everybody though.” Judy.

“Eh, just gotta give those people a little more time. Maybe they’re trying even harder on their outfits than you.”

Gene chuckled at his comment. “Maybe. Well, say, I’ll be right back fellas, I’m gonna go say hello to everybody and make my way around.”

“Oh, you go right on ahead. The alcohol isn’t going anywhere.”

“Hey, where can I place my bathing suit?”

“Oh, just set it outside on the patio. Everyone else put their stuff out there.” Gene nodded in understanding, and headed towards the sliding glass door before greeting everyone.

It took Gene forever to say hi to everybody; there were already a ton of people here, and more people were arriving by the second. He looked down at his watch. 8:35. Still no sign of Judy. Where the hell is she? Sitting next to Frank, he already started chugging down beers. He had about three so far, and was planning on having more.

“Say, when are we gonna go swimming?” Frank asked Peter across the bar counter. “A game of Marco Polo?” Frank was already getting drunk.

“I don’t know, are you capable of swimming?” Peter genuinely asked him.

“Yes, are you?” Gene chimed in.

Frank eyed them both annoyed. “You betch yer Irish asses I am!”

Everyone at the bar started to laugh at Frank’s comment. “I’m British, Frank,” Peter replied in a smartass manner. “The rest of you wanna swim right now?”

“Sure!” Chuck yelled from across the bar, suddenly appearing in the scene. An echo of yes’s followed.

“Alright, let me go prepare the pool.” Peter started to walk away. “Don’t change yet.”

“You told us all that we were gonna swim and you didn’t even have the pool prepared? Damn Lawford, you’re lazy,” Frank said in an accusing manner.

“Oops,” Peter replied in a not so sorry way, rolling his eyes. He opened the sliding glass door and headed towards the pool.

Gene then heard an unmistakable laughter echoing through the house. He turned around in his seat; it was Judy. She was laughing with June and Lena, along with the other girls approaching her. He took a good look at her. Clad in a sexy, velvet green dress, with beautiful gold jewelry… and that sexy bun he loved. And the green stilettos. Fuck. Gene took a swig of his beer, waiting for her to come his way.

Judy walked towards the bar, catching Gene’s eyes glued on her. She liked it. To let him know she knew, she waved her hand in front of his eyes, trying to get him out of his trance.

“Earth to Gene?” He met her eyes. “Nice outfit.”

“I must say, I like yours too.”

She leaned into his ear, cupping her hand over her mouth so no one could hear. In a seductive manner, she whispered, “I can tell... by the way your eyes have never left my torso since I walked in.” She turned nonchalantly, facing Frank and the rest of the gang.

“Hiya Judy!” Frank gestured to her to come over, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Judy giggled.

“Enjoying the drinks?”

“Oh yeah, Pete fixed up plenty of good ones. He said to help ourselves! Why don’t you have one?”

“Sure, but let me say hi to everyone first-”

“No, nooo,” Frank interrupted her, grabbing her shoulder. “Let’s make a toast. What do ya want, Judy?”

Feeling bold, and wanting to get her blood moving, she glanced at the harder liquors displayed across the bar. “Bourbon,” Judy stated. “Double.”

“Woah now, Judy, starting off hard.” Frank reached across the counter to grab the bourbon. “No chaser or anything?”

“Nope.”

“Ice?!”

“Uh, just give me one ice cube.”

Frank gestured for Chuck, who was walking behind the bar now, to place an ice cube in the glass. Then Frank started pouring the liquid into the glass. After he finished, he handed the glass to Judy.

“Everyone else got something?”

“You know what, give me a shot of bourbon too,” Gene asked Frank.

“Double?”

“No, one.”

“Oh, are you too much of a wuss to have a double? Miss Garland over here’s drinking more than you!” Frank harassed Gene.

Judy glanced over at him. “Yeah Gene, afraid you can’t handle it?” She raised an eyebrow at him playfully, challenging him.

Fuck. “Fine, give me a double with ice.” Frank poured his drink. “You know Judy, I’ve already had a couple of beers, I’ve been drinking for the past hour. You just got here.”

“Only a couple…” Judy undermined his statement. “You haven’t had ten or anything. Live a little.” She placed her hand on his knee, tapping it. Gene felt a shiver travel throughout his body. Just a small touch from her affected him so much.

“Okay, I got another person to toast to,” Frank yelled to everyone.

“You always do Frank,” Van said, in a smartass manner. “Who’s it today?”

“I raise a toast to Gene Kelly, for having the best Irish outfit out of any of us. Cheers!”

Everyone held up their glasses in Gene’s direction. Judy turned to face him. “Cheers!” Everyone yelled in unison. Before Judy washed hers down, she looked at Gene piercingly with those dark brown eyes, just above her glass. Time froze. That look alone sent tingles down to Gene’s groin. He then swallowed his down.

Judy winced at the taste. “Never really thought it tasted good. I prefer vodka. But I’m feeling a little different tonight, I wanna change things up a bit.”

Gene looked back up at her. “Yeah… wanna sit down? This seat next to me is empty and waiting.”

Judy smirked at him. She plopped down on the seat. “How are you this evening?”

“I’m great, how are you?”

“Now I’m feeling marvelous.” She could feel the alcohol warming her body already. “I’ve been anxious to get here.”

“Well, what took you so long? I got here at 7:30 and now it’s almost nine.” Gene crossed his arms, waiting for an answer.

“I was getting ready, Gene,” Judy crossed her arms, mocking him. “I wanted to dress for the occasion.”

“And you totally did,” Gene eyed her up and down. “You look smokin again baby, even better than that one black dress you wore that night.”

Flutters swarmed Judy’s stomach. She blushed. “You look quite handsome too you know, why don’t you wear outfits like this more often?”

“I do, just not with all the green,” Gene gestured his hand towards his green tie and shoes. “It’s a little much to wear on just any occasion.”

“I kinda like the green on you.”

“Well, I definitely like it on you,” he quietly responded, almost growling. More butterflies flew to her stomach. Suddenly, Peter walked back through the sliding glass door.

“It’ll be a few minutes everybody. I also got the hot tub running if anyone wants to go in that.”

Oooo, a hot tub. Judy melted at the thought of it. All her stresses and aches lately would be cured from a nice, relaxing session in the hot tub. She had never been in one before, but she heard they were very nice; they were just coming out in the past few years.

“You going swimming?” Gene interrupted Judy’s thoughts.

“I don’t know about the pool, but I’ll probably go sit in the hot tub, hang out with the girls.”

Gene relished at the thought of seeing Judy in her swimsuit. He involuntarily licked his lips… and Judy noticed.

“What are you thinking about now, buster?”

Gene looked back at her. “I’m just excited to dip into the pool, that’s all.”

“Okay, sure,” Judy muttered. “I’m gonna go say hi to everyone else, I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Judy quickly got herself another drink and walked away to socialize with the others. Gene couldn’t keep his eyes off her ass. Even though he continued to socialize with the rest of the boys, Judy somehow had this spell over him where he could not stop thinking about her, and her body. Flashbacks from the Mocambo, and that night, came back to his mind.

Peter walked around the bar, interrupting his thoughts and the loud conversation ensuing at the table. “Are you all ready to swim? If you want to, you can start changing, I’ve got plenty of rooms you can change in.”

“Finally,” Frank slurred out. “It’s about time.”

All the boys took their last sips of their drinks for a while and went to grab their bathing suits. Walking towards the patio, Gene looked for Judy. He found her sitting on the couch with a ton of other friends. Sitting next to her were Ann and Cyd. As if Judy knew he was looking, she caught his stare. Her face went blank, and then she smiled. Gene smiled in return. Oh, this girl is gonna be the death of me.

It was 10:17. The sun was set and Peter had the pool lights on along with surrounding lights. All the boys were playing volleyball in the pool, while the girls sat on lawn chairs or were resting in the hot tub. Judy was laying on a lawn chair, chatting with June. She was a little cold though; she wanted to get into the nice hot tub.

“Darling, do you mind if we continue this conversation in the hot tub? I’m kind of chilled,” Judy asked her kindly.

“Oh, of course, I don’t mind at all. I was getting pretty chilly myself.”

Judy and June both sat up and started to walk towards the tub. Glancing into the pool, they saw all the boys drunk, still playing volleyball. Gene was sitting out, but was about to get back into the game. As she walked by, he cannon balled into the pool. Rising to the surface, Gene saw Judy, admiring her sexy green bikini once more that accentuated her delicious curves. Drunk as he was, he admired Judy’s gorgeous figure just the same. Judy saw him staring.

“Hey Kelly, you better watch it playing down there. No one needs your clumsy ass breaking another ankle.”

All the boys started laughing hilariously at her comment, especially Chuck, who equally loved her humor. Gene furrowed his eyebrows at her, opening his mouth in surprise to what she said. He started to swim over to the edge of the pool rapidly and he splashed the cool water on her.

“Ah, stop Gene, that's cold!”

“No it’s not, it’s almost 80 degrees in here! Come on, jump in Judy.”

“No thank you,” Judy said irritatedly, continuing her walk to the hot tub with June. Once again, Gene couldn’t keep his eyes off her ass and legs. The alcohol heightened the sensations he was feeling; he could feel his hard on growing. Frank noticed his buddy’s eyes lurking. He swam over to him.

“Hey Gene, leave the dame alone, she don’t want nothing to do with you,” he slurred to Gene. Gene chuckled and turned towards him.

“Okay Frank, a fella just takes a look once in a while, nothing serious.” If only he knew… the way she begged him that night to touch her, the way her lips molded into his, her body, and the sounds she made when she released…

For about another hour everyone started to filter out of the pool and hot tub, grabbing more drinks. Van helped Peter put on the pool cover, since they were the most sober, and then they put the lid on the hot tub. The party was just getting started.

The congregation was at the bar. Judy was approaching the drunk stage but Gene was already past that. He wasn’t gone like Frank was, but he drank quite a few beers by now.

“Judy, didn’t you do an Irish picture at MGM?” Frank asked, swigging down his beer. Gene was sitting next to Judy, and then June was on the other side of her. Frank was next to June.

“Yes, in fact I did,” Judy said, smiling. “Remember what it was called?”

“Ummmm…” Frank sat there, stroking his chin in thought. It popped into Gene's mind in a matter of seconds.

“I got it,” Gene chimed in. “Little Nellie Kelly. You were a charming Irish gal.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot, you know all your pictures. You’re always making references and shit,” Judy teased him, tapping his nose. “Do you remember anything else about it?”

“I know George Murphy was in it. I remember him telling me how fun it was to work with you when I was on set for our first picture. He wasn’t lying,” Gene drained the rest of the beer down his throat. “Can you get me another?” He gestured towards Van who was tossing around some of the drinks.

“Yep, those both were fun pictures for me to make,” Judy sighed, remembering how times were a bit easier back then.

“Yeah, that Murphy guy was sore at me for awhile,” Gene spoke out to everyone, “He was mad that I got to play the leading man even though I was so new to Hollywood. But, we ended up being friends. It was a hell of a time at first though. He was really fucking mad.”

“It’s nice how everything ended up working out between you guys though,” Judy said, lightening up the mood, along with Gene’s temper.

Gene lowered his voice, his tone full of suggestion. “You know what would be nice?” He looked down at her breasts, his eyes full of desire.

“Another drink?” Judy took hold of his drink and shoved it towards his mouth. Gene almost spilled the beer all over himself. He looked at her in shock.

“Hey, it’s feisty Judy again! Gotta love it,” Frank joked.

“Agreed,” Chuck said, fully knowing her feisty potential.

“Judy, didn’t you have to talk in an Irish accent for that picture?” Peter said, joining the conversation.

“Yes, I did,” Judy giggled at the memory of it. “I’m afraid it wasn’t very good.” She waved over to Van, asking him for some more vodka.

“Didn’t you sing that one Irish song too?” Chuck asked.

“It’s a great day for the Irish, it’s a great day for fairrrr!”

“Yeah, that one,” Chuck laughed, acknowledging Gene’s mocking tone.

“That’s not how I sounded at all,” Judy turned to Gene, giving him a look.

“My favorite song in that picture was A Pretty Girl Milking Her Cow,” Gene said sweetly, his mocking persona turning like the flip of a coin. “It’s pretty catchy.”

“Yeah, I should start singing it again. Maybe I’ll make it a hit this time,” Judy replied, grabbing her drink from Van, sipping it.

Suddenly, a bunch of people turned around. Judy tried to look over everyone’s shoulders from her seat; she saw Fred walk in.

“Hey, there’s Fred!” Judy said happily, pointing.

“Oh, I need to show him around, he hasn’t been here before.” Peter walked away from the bar towards the door to escort Fred.

“I’ll just say hi to him later. Anyway, what were we talking about again?” Now it was just her, Gene, Frank, and Chuck talking. Everyone sort of split into their own conversations and clicks.

“About your Irish picture,” Gene reminded her.

“Ohhh yeahhh,” Judy replied dramatically. “You seem to know every detail about it. Have you seen all my pictures?” She teased him with a knowing glance; she knew he saw almost, if not all her pictures. He informed her of this when they first met; he talked about how much he adored her and her talent.

Gene pursed his lips. He was sick and tired of this teasing… Well, he actually loved it. But he wanted to get her back. He was feeling bold and flirty.

“If you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes,” Gene continued, “Say, Judy,” he looked at her with a questioning glance, “You sure you ain’t a leprechaun?”

“Gene, what the fuck are you talking about?” Judy asked, holding back her laugh, raising her brow at him.

“No, seriously. I don’t believe this witch shit you told me-”

“What witch shit?” Frank chimed in, confused. Chuck looked at them with equal confusion.

“It’s besides the point,” Gene replied to both of them. “Anyway, you’re short, you’re wearing gold, you look sexy in greennn, you’re borderline orange hair-”

“I-”

“And you're Irish yourself,” Gene continued, “And you’re always chasing rainbows, what are you trying to find?”

“Gold?” Frank teased her with Gene.

“I don’t know if you guys forgot but I dressed in this because of the party. I don’t want to hear this teasing bullshit,” Judy spoke coldly to them. She didn’t mind teasing but with their slurring, soon-to-be degrading attitudes annoyed the shit out of her. It wasn’t that big of a deal but she wasn’t having it right now. She was quite moody, and the drinks were getting to her.

Gene stared at her blankly, not affected by her statement. “Girls like you shouldn’t curse, so you’d better stop,” Gene pointed at her accusingly. “I don’t like that dirty mouth. It’s not very ladylike. I’m sure leprechauns don’t curse.” Frank and Chuck were cracking up at Gene’s comments. Whether it was from the alcohol or because they actually thought Gene’s comments were funny, it didn’t matter. Judy was getting irritated with Gene’s weird behavior.

“Gene, why are you acting so weird all of a sudden?” Judy eyed him curiously.

“I’m just stating the truth. Calm down Judy, why don’t you smile more?” He ran his hand up to her cheek, held it there for a second, then squeezed. “Guys, whadda ya think? Leprechaun?”

Judy slapped his hand away from her cheek. “Stop that, Gene. You know, you wouldn’t be here if this LEPRECHAUN didn’t get you your big break… you’d still be in the slums on Broadway barely making a penny. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to talk to some more respectful gentleman.”

Judy grabbed her half full drink and stormed away to the big crowd of people there. What the fuck. Why is Gene acting so damn annoying? Gene’s stupid smartass comments weren’t flying with her. She liked his teasing, but this time it was becoming too damn annoying. He had no charm in his teasing at the moment, which is what she loved about him; right now, it was just him talking in cloudy, drunken slurs. Plus, she knew he’d feel guilty about it later, and he’d do something about it… which is just what she was waiting for.

Gene’s eyes… once again... were glued on her walking away in her short shorts and practically see through pullover shirt. He subtly licked his lips.

“She’s a feisty little dame,” Frank observed. “Damn, I wouldn’t want to get on her bad side. It seems you just did.” Frank turned around and poured them both a drink.

“Trust me, been there done that. Easter Parade wasn’t always the most perfect shoot, but overall it was wonderful. But I definitely know Judy’s bad side. It can be lethal,” Chuck chimed in.

Gene grabbed his drink from Frank and chugged it down, starting to realize his mistake.

“Shit,” Gene muttered to himself. I should probably apologize to her later. “I was acting like an annoying dick head.”

“Don’t we all at some point?” Frank set down his drink. “I get that comment almost every time I drink.”

Gene chuckled at his response. “She’ll get over it.”

…

The clock ticked to midnight. There wasn’t a sober face in the house. Judy was sitting with the girls, having a great time. However, she wanted to get Gene alone. Maybe he’ll apologize to me. She enjoyed his company too much to admit and she wanted a change of atmosphere. She had been socializing with the girls majority of the party. Looking around, she only saw a few guys: Peter, Van, and Mickey. No sign of Gene. Maybe he was downstairs? Judy wanted to find him. She sat there for a moment, trying to think of somewhere where they could be secluded. She thought of the perfect spot.

“Hey guys, I’m starting to get a headache, I think I’m gonna go outside and get some fresh air for a bit.”

June stood up as Judy did. “Darling, is there anything I can do? Do you want me to come with you?”

Judy shook her head. “Thanks darling, but no, it’s okay. I just need some time by myself to cool down.” Judy headed towards Peter.

“Hey Judy, how’s it going?” Peter turned to Judy.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure.”

Peter took Judy’s hand and they walked towards the corner, near the downstair’s door.

“What is it, is everything okay?” Peter looked at her with concern.

“Would you be a darling and let me go in the hot tub? I’m sobering up a bit and I’ve got this pounding headache coming on, I think the heat will help.” Judy laid her hand upon her forehead.

“Oh, of course honey. I’ll go turn it on for you. You do something to occupy yourself and I’ll be right back.” Peter patted her shoulder and headed outside to open and turn on the hot tub. Mission accomplished. Judy wasn’t really sick at all; she felt marvelous. She thought the hot tub would feel so nice, especially with Gene in it with her. We’ll see where this goes.

She quickly went over to the bar unnoticed and poured herself some liquid courage. Dumping down the whiskey, she took a sigh, and headed for the basement door.

“Bingo!” Mickey shouted, hitting the eight ball in the slot. “I beat ya!” He shook hands with Bob and traded places with Bing, taking a seat. Gene was kicked back in one of the chairs, still buddy buddy with Frank. Judy eyed them gulping down their drinks. Clearing her throat loud enough for them to hear her, she finished walking down the stairs.

Gene heard the familiar sounds of her footsteps, knowing they were Judy’s. He turned his head and saw her walking into the bathroom.

“Is that Judy?” Frank questioned.

“Yep,” Gene murmured.

“You should probably go and apologize to her. I’ve been watching you drown in guilt this whole time.”

Gene nodded. “Yeah, I probably should.” Gene knew Judy hated men who acted like drunken fools and he did when he was teasing her. Even though his words weren’t that hurtful he knew that Judy was sensitive about this kind of stuff. Plus, the stress going on in her life added to her frustrations, so her outburst on him likely could’ve been fueled from that. Gene realized this. He felt especially guilty. He decided to get up and head towards the bathroom… and wait for Judy.

Opening the door, she jumped, startled.

“What the fuck, Gene,” Judy gasped. “What are you trying to do now, scare me?”

“No,” Gene went to grab her hand. “I wanted to apologize.”

“You’re coming with me.” Judy grasped his hand tight and led him towards the stairs. Gene looked back at Frank scared. Her stern tone made it sound like she wasn’t joking.

Peter met them in the middle of the stairs. “Hey, Judy, there you are. Whenever you’re ready, go ahead.” Judy nodded, and they continued up the stairs.

“You stay here for a sec.” Judy walked over towards the bar once more, unnoticed, and made two cocktails for her and Gene. Walking back over to him, she handed him the glass. “Follow me.” She gestured to him, heading towards the front door. Gene was so confused. What the fuck was she planning?

They circled around the house and walked up towards the deck, approaching the hot tub. It looked so nice and warm, the visible steam rising from it. Judy completely changed her mood; she was excited to jump in and be alone with Gene. She set her drink down on a table right next to the hot tub.

“We can talk in here.” Judy grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing the sexy green bathing suit she was wearing earlier. Gene swallowed, a shot of arousal hitting his stomach. He decided to do the same thing and pull his shirt off, standing clad in only swim trunks. Relax Gene, just relax… He took a swig of the cocktail.

They stood there for a minute, waiting for the other to get in the hot tub. “Uh, after you,” Gene gestured for Judy to step in. Judy nodded, walking up the two steps then almost falling in, losing her balance on purpose. Gene immediately went and grabbed her waist, steadying her.

“You okay?” Gene asked, concerned.

“Yes darling,” Judy replied, acting a bit dazed. His hands felt so nice on her waist. Gene then followed behind her into the hot tub. He set his glass down on the same side table she did. Judy turned the dial to put the side jets on low. She sat down, spreading her arms out on the sides of the hot tub, closing her eyes. It felt so nice, the jets bubbling against her back and sides. Gene didn’t know where to sit; next to her, across from her… I’ll just sit next to her. That’s what we’ve been doing the whole party. Gene kept a foot distance away from her though.

“Ah, this feels so nice, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, it actually does.” Gene hadn’t gone in the hot tub all night, and the almost scalding water felt exquisite against his skin. He breathed a sigh and relaxed, sinking a bit more into the water.

“Hey, look Gene, there’s Orion!” Judy pointed across him at the constellation. Gene smiled tenderly at her, remembering when they went stargazing.

“You remembered,” Gene replied warmly, looking at her pleasant moonlit face. It was like they were out stargazing again. “And there’s the Big Dipper.” He pointed across her this time, indicating where the constellation was.

Judy returned the warm smile. “What a lovely night to have a party.” Judy took in another sigh. For about a minute they stayed silent, in their own worlds. Gene was wondering why she brought him out here in the first place. He wasn’t mad about it; he was very happy. He wanted to apologize though. But she didn’t seem mad; her mood changed instantly. Confusion swarmed his mind. He could feel the tension building between them, which was too familiar. The silence was killing him, but he didn’t want to piss her off.

Judy was thinking of words to say. She wanted to confront him about his behavior. She wasn’t really mad about it anymore, but she liked playing this game. She could sense his fear, nervousness, and guilt just sitting there in the tub, and she liked it. Sometimes she really enjoyed having Gene wrapped around her finger. And, more sober than he knew, she could act any way she wanted. Knowing that Gene was pretty drunk, too, he was more vulnerable. A little game once in a while doesn't hurt.

“So, what was this apology I was hearing about downstairs?” Judy suddenly hissed, flip flopping her mood in the snap of a finger. She raised her eyebrows at him, angry, waiting for an answer. She continuously drummed her fingers along the sides of the hot tub, showing her anger. “I didn’t appreciate your comments.”

“I, I’m sorry honey, I got a little carried away,” Gene replied, startled at her stern tone. “You know I didn’t mean it.”

“Didn’t mean it?” Judy scooted closer to him, her thigh almost touching his. She turned to him, elbow propped up on the side of the tub, giving him the evil eye. “It sure as hell seemed like you did. It wasn’t funny, Gene. You were being an annoying dick head.”

Gene was lost for words. “Look,” Gene stared at her pleadingly, trying to get through to her. “It was just a joke, it won’t happen again. I ruined the lovely night we were having. I take the blame. Darling,” Gene pleaded, “Please accept my apology.”

Damn, he’s more drunk than I thought. Judy knew he was convinced of her rage. She continued to play with his mind. “I told you not to mess with me, Kelly. I ain’t no leprechaun but I told you I was a witch.”

He looked at her like she was crazy. “Oh, we’re still on this tale? I’m supposed to believe this?” Gene slurred, reaching to grab his drink. “Okay Judy, whatever you say. Just accept my apology, please.”

Judy dangerously slid her hand close to his wrist, grabbing her drink too. “Oh, you don’t believe me?”

Gene glared at her in the eyes. “Nope. No sireeeeee.”

“Your apology isn’t accepted.” Judy took a sip of her drink. “I’m gonna put a spell on you and make sure you don’t mess with me again.” She glanced at him with her dark eyes.

“Spell? My ass.” Gene chugged the rest of the cocktail down his throat. “What are you gonna do, turn me into a frog or something? A leprechaun perhaps?”

“You’re really testing my waters, aren’t you Gene?” Judy playfully responded, teasing him with her eyes. “That’s why I brought you out here, you know. You’re sitting in my cauldron.”

Gene looked down, blankly staring at all the bubbles foaming on the surface of the water. “No, this is Peter’s hot tub.”

“Gene,” Judy whispered, “Witches can do their spells wherever they want, and I chose this to be the brew.” She twirled her fingers in circles in front of him, the water spinning. She suddenly splashed him in the face.

“Heyyyy, what was that for?”

“Look at me.”

Gene turned to face her again.

“I’m gonna cast my spell on you.”

“Go right on ahead, I don’t believe you can.”

“Watch me,” Judy faintly whispered, seductively. Gene was able to catch the lowness in her voice. It made his insides tingle.

She placed her hand on his shoulder. “Now, close your eyes, otherwise you could faint from the spell.” Gene obediently closed them. I can’t believe he’s following this line of bullshit. Moving back over to the dial, she turned the jets on high. The force of the jets created a cauldron-like atmosphere, bubbles bursting all around them. They felt so good; she heard Gene quietly sigh in response.

“You cooking me in soup or something?”

Judy quietly shushed him, bringing her finger up to his lips. “Be quiet, or the spell might not work. There’s always a risk involved.”

“Mmmmhmm.” Gene obeyed, relaxing in the steaming water. Judy also dialed the temperature up; the water was slowly steaming more and more. It created a fog, contrasting with the cool night air.

“Now, take two deep breaths.” Gene did just that, his chest slowly rising and falling. My God is he sexy.

Judy looked around to make sure no one was around. The coast being clear, she swooped her legs over his thighs, now straddling him. However, he didn’t know it yet; he just felt the water moving around him.

She cupped a handful of water in her hands and slowly brought it up to Gene’s shoulder, letting the water run down his chest. Being a bit more bold, she did it again, and then again, letting her hands run over his wet chest hair. Gene opened his eyes, catching her mischievous face. And he also noticed she was straddling him.

“Hey, what-”

Judy put her hand over his mouth, shutting him up. “What did I tell you?”

Gene looked at her wide-eyed, but didn’t say anything. She continued her movements, running the water up and down his chest with her hands, pulling at his chest hair, stimulating him. Tingles spread throughout Gene’s body, all leading to his dick. Gene couldn’t help but sigh and sit back, closing his eyes. She began to run the hot water up and around his neck, clawing at his neck gently, tickling him slightly with her nails. It only added to the wonderful sensations.

Judy was becoming aroused by his facial expressions and reactions to her touch. Even though he was drunk, he knew it was Judy touching him, and he could still feel. Judy acknowledged this and it excited her even more. She knew he was just as eager for this moment as she was.

Judy stopped touching him for a moment, taking a swig of her iced cocktail. With her ice cold lips, she returned to him and met his lips in a cool kiss, continuing to run her hot hands all over his chest. She felt Gene shudder at the contrasting sensations.

Gene couldn’t even think with her icy, sweet lips on his. He ran his hands down to her waist, and then to her ass, feeling her practically naked in her bathing suit. It turned him on even more. He didn’t know what got into Judy, but he wasn’t complaining; she was the sexiest woman he ever knew, and he wasn’t about to stop and question her.

He felt her nudge her freezing tongue against his hot lips, and he slowly accepted it. This time, Judy was sensually massaging his tongue. Then, she ran her tongue along the roof of his mouth, a whole new sensation that made his dick quiver.

“Judy,” he murmured into her mouth. He kissed her back with fervor, practically devouring her.

Judy sensed he was getting aroused by his heavy breathing and his chest rising and falling rapidly against her fingers. She slowly ran her hands down past his navel and to his swim trunks. She cupped his erection through his shorts, slightly rubbing it, then pulling it out. She began to run her hands all over it. She felt him twitch. Judy gently sucked on his lips, letting his bottom lip plop from her lips. Gene parted his mouth, sighing in pleasure, letting out a moan.

“See, you’re willingly succumbing to my spell already…” She continued to probe at his arousal, twisting her hands along his shaft in opposite directions, her thumb along the tip, all while she kept her lips on his. Pulling her mouth away from his, he felt her lips nibble on his right earlobe.

“Mmmm, Judy,” Gene moaned out. The surrounding pressure of the jets added to Judy’s tantalizing caresses, making his pleasure rise more and more by the second. He didn’t know how long he would last… it felt so good. It was better than he could ever dream of. His drunken state made it even more pleasant. Gene sunk his hands into her skin, massaging her bum and kneading her sides. Her wet breasts sitting in front of his face turned him on all the more, and her sexy collarbone and neck he never got sick of… And even though he couldn’t see what she was doing underwater, or what she looked like, he could only recall the many memories of her shapely torso, her sexy legs, and her slender fingers rubbing his cock just the right way.

Judy continued to massage every inch of him, focusing more and more on his most sensitive spot. She ran her lips down the side of his neck, sticking her still quite cool tongue against his neck. Gene shuttered once more, shivers going down his spine.

She started to milk him faster and faster by the minute. Gene was sweating profusely, uncontrollably sighing and groaning from her touch. The humidity was suffocating him, and the pleasure was choking him. His lips parted, he tried to somehow breathe in some air. Judy noticed how pent up he was, slowing down her movements a bit.

“Darling,” Judy moaned into his ear, lazily caressing him. “Breatheee.”

Gene took a deep breath, staring into her dark, sinister eyes. He was bewitched, bothered, and bewildered by her behavior. The contrasting moonlight glowing against her face brought back the innocence he thought was so sexy about her. His thoughts returned to the night he was pleasuring her, her sounds, her reactions, her writhing on top of him… the thoughts alone almost made him come.

Judy continued to moan softly into his ear, torturing him with her lazy caresses. She pressed her chest against his, Gene loving the feeling. All his nerve endings were tingling, him coming closer and closer to climax.

They both suddenly heard a ton of chatter. Judy looked past Gene, seeing people approach the patio door. She swiftly got off him and sat next to him, nonchalantly. However, she kept her hands on him, still lazily stroking him. Suddenly, the patio door opened, and she spotted Frank, Mickey, Chuck, and Bing. They both drunkenly wobbled around the deck by the pool.

“Judy,” Gene went to grab her hand underwater, until Judy started to stroke him faster. Gene parted his mouth once more, trying to hold back his moan.

“Are you gonna come for me?” Judy enticingly whispered to him. Gene groaned quietly. Judy ran her other hand along the inside of his thigh, probing him on.

“Hey Judy? Is that you? And Gene?” Frank pointed towards them, waving. He started to head towards them.

Judy nonchalantly turned, her hands still on Gene. “Yeah, we decided to come and talk in the hot tub.”

“Hey Gene, did you apologize to her yet?”

Judy milked him even faster. The jet vibrations surrounding his throbbing erection made it almost unbearable to hold it in any longer. He was right on the edge of orgasm. He leaned his head back slightly, his lips still parted, chest heaving. Judy looked at his face, smirking. You just wait Kelly.

“Yeah he did, he’s a little bitter about it now though after I confronted him. Say, why don’t you guys join us?”

Gene looked back at her with wide eyes. Judy returned the gaze, milking him even faster. He gasped; he could feel the orgasm about to rush through him. But, suddenly, Judy removed her hands. Gene groaned in frustration.

“Sure!”

“I’d loooooove to,” Bing added.

All Gene wanted to do was caress his hard on, continue the pleasure Judy gave him. But, too late, the guys came right by the hot tub, taking off their shirts.

“I told you it wouldn’t be pleasant,” Judy whispered to him quietly.

“Hey fellas, I’m gonna go grab myself another drink. I’m a little hot, so I want to cool down a bit. I’ll see you all later.” She slowly sat up in the water and walked towards the steps of the tub, climbing out. Gene watched her as the water dripped down her luscious body, her skin looking so silky and wet. His arousal was so painful. Once she got out, she walked over near him to grab her glass, her pullover, and a towel. She caught his eye; he was so mad but so hypnotized by her. Slyly smirking and then winking at him, she turned and walked away towards the sliding glass door, entering the house. Gene groaned quietly; he was so pent up it wasn’t even funny. Trying to control his overwhelming hormones and emotions, he tried taking his mind off of her, instead watching Frank, Bing, Mickey, and Chuck try to hobble into the hot tub. They were struggling terribly. Gene sat there in silence.

Frank finally flopped into the hot tub. He plopped down next to Gene.

“So, how’d it go, soldier?” Frank slurred to Gene. “Are you both peachy keen now?”

Gene could barely utter a word, his mind refusing to rid the image of Judy running her hands all over his body, and her luscious lips and tongue all over his mouth. Gene cleared his throat. “Yes, we’re good now.”

“You don’t look too good. Your face is pretty red. Maybe you should go cool off too. Want a drink?” Frank shoved his glass in Gene’s face.

“Stop,” Gene said, irritated, pushing Frank’s glass away from his face.

“You sure you two made, uh… up? You look prettyyy mad,” Frank pushed his index finger into his shoulder, tapping him.

“Yes, we did! Can we stop talking about it now?!” Gene spat out angrily, and in a bit of a daze. He tried adjusting his hard on without them noticing.

Frank leaned away from Gene, holding his hands back in defense. “Sorry man, didn’t mean to make you, uh, mad like that.”

“You sure you don’t want a drink, Gene?” Chuck asked him, Gene finally realizing they all were sitting down watching him. Gene shook his head no.

“I’ll just go and get one myself, I’m sweating pretty bad from this water.” Gene quickly got up so they wouldn’t notice the bulge in his pants, and quickly bid goodbye. He grabbed a towel and his shirt and headed for the sliding glass door.

With the towel wrapped around him, he quickly walked to the bathroom and locked it. Heading towards the sink, he turned on the cold water and splashed his face a few times. He looked at himself in the mirror. Holy shit.

Judy, standing against a corner smoking, caught Gene heading towards the bathroom. She smirked. She knew he was hot and bothered… She knew him so well by now. Joining the party again, she walked into the living room and began socializing with the girls again.

“Hey Judy, you feel any better?” Ann asked her.

“Yes, thank you darling,” Judy smiled. “I feel just marvelous.”

Gene paced around Peter’s bathroom, still overwhelmed by what just happened. He groaned in frustration, wondering what to do next. He checked his watch. One in the morning. She’s gonna get it.

He took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom, searching the house for Judy. He spotted her sitting down with the girls. He started walking over to her until he heard the downstairs door swing wide open, Bob falling on the floor.

Judy and the girls looked over to the downstairs door.

“Holy shit,” June said, shocked.

“That does not look good,” Judy murmured.

All the girls got up and walked towards the door, spotting Van and Dick huddled around Bob… and Gene standing a few feet away. Then, a huge bang echoed from downstairs.

“What the fuck is going on down there?” June asked concerningly. She knelt down to check on Bob. His nose was bleeding.

“They’re all fighting down there,” Van replied, “Frank started some bullshit before he came up here and then all hell broke loose.”

“Of course he did. Bob’s nose is bleeding like crazy.”

“Yeah, you guys better go find Peter. I don’t know where he is, but he needs to come downstairs.”

“I’ll go search upstairs,” Gene replied quickly.

“We’ll go check outside,” Ann decided. “Let’s go,” she gestured towards all the girls. Van and Dick started to carry Bob towards the bathroom.

Before Judy could follow the rest of the girls, Gene grasped her hand tight without anyone noticing. He wasn’t about to lose her now. “You’re coming with me, now.” Judy wobbled as Gene led her towards the stairs, pretty intoxicated from her last few drinks. It was starting to really hit her now. She was glad she wasn’t wearing her heels.

Gene quickly checked all the rooms upstairs, looking for Peter and anyone else. They were all empty. Judy, confused, leaned against the stair railings, trying to keep her balance. Suddenly, she caught Gene walking towards her. She was scared; he looked angry.

“Gene,”

Gene covered her mouth. “Shhh,” he led her into one of the bedrooms, slammed the door, and threw her up against it, pinning her. She could feel his hard on pushing right up against her.

“You’ve got a nice magic touch on you,” Gene growled against her lips, breathing her in. He could smell the aroma of her perfume emitting from her sweaty skin. Judy gasped, completely aroused by his actions.

“Yeah, and you didn’t believe me,” Judy said, just as seductive back. “I told you not to mess with me, or you’d have hell to pay.”

He pushed her against the door even harder, locking it. “Have you ever thought about not messing with me?” He let his hand run down her side, along the outside of her thigh and then trailing to the inside. She felt his hand meet the very top of her thigh under her shorts and swim skirt. Judy swallowed hard.

“That’s what I thought.”

He ran his hand up even further, hovering over her center. Maneuvering past the swim suit material, he pushed his index and middle finger onto her bare bud. Judy let her head rest against the door, her eyes closed in pleasure. She felt all her blood rush towards that spot. He felt Judy immediately getting wet. He circled her bud in lazy motions, slowly collecting all her arousal on his fingers.

“You like that?” Gene growled into her ear, sucking on her earlobe, ignoring her aching lips. All Judy could do was sigh, overwhelmed by Gene’s caresses. Gene moved his lips towards her neck, applying tantalizing kisses and sucks to it.

“I didn’t hear you, Judy,” he growled, circling his fingers a bit faster. Judy moaned.

“Come on, honey,” Gene kept probing at her. “How does it feel?”

Judy was writhing, his fingers moving along her soaking wet folds in just the right rhythm and pressure. Her knees were getting weak; Gene felt her sliding down the door a bit, until he pushed her back up to where she was. He felt her continue to swell under his fingers. Her breathing was becoming unsteady; she felt numb all over except for the pleasure Gene was giving her.

“You witch… I didn’t know you had it in you,” Gene slid a finger inside her, reaching for that special spot that made her weak. He shivered at how easily his finger slid in. Judy moaned once more. “You’re soaked, darling.”

Gene continued to move his finger in and out of her in a corresponding rhythm with his thumb probing at her pearl. He felt Judy tightening around his fingers, so he went even faster.

“Are you gonna come for me, Judy?” He ran his free hand up to her hip bone and then slipped it under her shirt, running it all over her tummy. She was so hot.

He felt her begin to tense up, so he immediately removed his fingers. Judy exhaled and opened her eyes wide at Gene, her core throbbing. She was right on the edge. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.

“How does it feel now?” He clawed his hands into her waist, kneading it. “You did this to me, and I wanted to relieve myself until you called all the boys over to hop in and socialize. You see how it feels…” he hovered his lips over hers, brushing them against her. Judy’s lips and insides were tingling.

He backed off of her, turning around to sit on the bed as if nothing happened. Judy looked at him, stunned, still leaning against the door.

Judy was so turned on. She couldn’t take her painful arousal any longer. She knew how frustrated Gene was now from what he just did to her… and she liked it this way. She loved how dominant he was, how obsessed he was about her and what she did to him an hour earlier. Licking her lips, she walked towards Gene on the bed. She stood between his legs, and Gene put his hands on the sides of her thighs, running them up and down.

Judy backed away. She met his eyes and began taking off her clothes. Grabbing the hem of her pullover, she slowly took it off, very sensually. Then her shorts; she kicked them over to the side. Raising her hands to her head, she undid her bun, her luscious locks flowing out onto her shoulders. She ran her hands down to her breasts, cupping them, then slowly gripping the underside of her bathing suit top and pulling it over her head. Lastly, she started to trail her hands along her hips, then down to her bathing suit bottoms. She was giving Gene quite a show; she could see the tent appearing larger in his trunks.

Slowly pulling her bottoms down, she kicked those away too. Walking back between Gene’s legs, she reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it off. Stepping back once more, she began running her one hand behind her neck, squeezing it, sensually running it around her collarbone and shoulders; the other one she ran towards her breast, squeezing it, then running it down her hip and tummy. Gene was completely transfixed.

Her hands ran even lower this time. One ran all along her rib cage and navel; her other palm running between the inside of her thigh. Gene focused on the hand in the inside of her thigh; he then caught her dramatically throwing her head back, eyes closing, her neck vulnerable to him. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He cupped her bottom, pulling her in, and pressed his lips against her belly button, kissing her all over her stomach. Butterflies coursed throughout Judy’s body, her hands running through his hair now.

Suddenly, he felt Judy leaning into him. In the blink of an eye she was now straddling him, running her hands all over his chest and shoulders. Finally, he pulled her in closer and met her lips with fervor. Groaning from the sensation, he pulled her in even more, tugging at her lips, sucking on them; he was hungry for her.

Judy moaned at his actions, her core still throbbing. She began rocking on top of him, stimulating him through his clothes. She pulled away from his mouth and gently ran her lips along his forehead, tickling him a bit, but stimulating even more nerve endings. Then, leaning towards the side of his neck, Judy began tugging on his earlobe gently. Gene could feel the sweat covering his body. He needed more.

Gene ran his hands up towards her neck, massaging it slightly with his fingers. Then, pushing her head back gently, he exposed her neck; he placed his tongue on it, licking her all the way up to her earlobe, then gently blowing on the wet trail. Judy was breathing heavily, shivers running up and down her spine as he ran his fingers up and down her back with the lightest touch. Judy moaned at the sensation. Gene began to rest tantalizing kisses all over her neck, Judy melting by the minute. He continued to inhale the sweet smell of her aroma.

“I’m sorry for teasing you like that,” Judy groaned quietly. “It seems like you liked it though.”

“I liked it until you stopped,” Gene growled against her neck, the vibrations tickling her. “You know what else I like?”

“Hmm?” Judy moaned, gripping his hair.

“The look on your face when I do this,” Gene leaned her back a bit, his mouth now hovering her breasts. He took her one nipple into his mouth, gently biting it, then running his tongue over it, matching rhythm with his hand caresses on her other breast. Judy moaned once more, gripping onto him for dear life.

Gene looked up to see her head leaned back in pleasure. “Mmhmm,” he groaned, mouth still devouring her peak. He did the same to the other side; Judy was like putty in his hands.

Judy ran her hands down his stomach, trailing towards his pants. She cupped his arousal, feeling how hard he was.

“Looks like someone wants to be let out of his cage,” Judy whispered to him seductively. Gene let his mouth off her breasts, staring into her eyes with full desire.

“Yes, and he doesn’t want to be teased this time. Stand up.”

Judy followed his stern tone, which sent sparks of arousal between her legs. She could feel how wet she was. All she wanted now was for him to be inside of her.

She watched Gene stand up and slowly pull down his trunks. Walking behind her, he pushed his erection right into her bum. He rested his head on her shoulder, sticking his tongue into the side of her neck.

“See that vanity over there?”

Judy nodded.

“Walk over to it.”

Gene followed Judy towards the vanity. “Bend over.” Judy did just that, continually being aroused by the tone of his voice. She placed her hands down on the table, facing the mirror.

“Good,” Gene ran his hands up and down her back, then to the front of her stomach. She felt him nudging her legs open with his knee behind her.

“You ready?”

“Mhmm.”

Gene slowly ran his hand between her legs from behind, feeling how slick and ready she was for him. Judy watched in the mirror as he did; she caught his dark eyes, clouded with hunger. Grasping her hips, he slowly slid into her. He groaned with pleasure. She was so tight already.

Gene started to slide into her in a steady rhythm, not going too fast; he both knew how hot and bothered they both were already. He ran his hands towards her breasts, cupping them, massaging them, rubbing her peaks… it aroused them both, Judy watching him in the mirror pleasuring her and Gene being able to see her reactions. He watched as her lips parted, her breathing slowly becoming shallower by the minute.

Judy ran her one hand up behind Gene’s neck as he slid in and out of her. Squeezing it, she whispered, eyeing him in the mirror, “Fuck me, darling.”

Gene was almost relieved she said that; he didn’t know how long he’d be able to hold back. Growling, he wrapped his one arm around her stomach, leaning his chest to her back, and began pounding into her. The obscene sounds of him meeting her hips and the heavy breathing they were doing blocked out any sounds they previously heard from downstairs. They both melted into each other as the seconds passed, feeling pure pleasure and ecstasy. Gene leaned his head onto her shoulder, kissing her neck, watching her throw her head back in pleasure. He watched her struggling to continue, her lips parted and her slender fingers gripping his neck as he continually hit that delicious spot inside of her that made her knees weak. He looked down over her, getting the perfect view of her chest and curves. He wanted to get her there soon, since he didn’t know how much longer he could last. He could feel his balls already tightening.

“Judy, look.” She looked into the mirror, meeting his eyes. She watched him as his free hand ran over her chest and belly, heading towards her core. He gently began to circle his two fingers around her pearl, feeling how swollen she was. Judy moaned, the pleasure becoming overwhelming and almost painful. She almost orgasmed alone by watching him do it. She gripped onto his neck even more, practically panting from the sensations.

“Yes, darling,” he purred, encouraging her to continue her sexy moans and sensual movements. “Now you’re under my spell…”

Judy continually moaned as Gene pushed her closer and closer to climax. He pounded into her even harder. He felt her tighten, and he saw her eyebrows beginning to furrow. Judy then gripped the edge of the table tight, her knuckles turning white. He caressed her bud even faster, his blood pounding throughout his body. He was barely keeping it together. But he knew she was ready.

“Come for me, Judy,” he purred into her ear. Judy glanced at him until she leaned against him, eyes rolling back in pure pleasure, practically screaming. He felt her milking him rapidly. He pounded into her even faster, sliding in and out swiftly, her silky folds completely enveloping him. He began to groan, feeling his cock beginning to pulsate. Sighing, he reached climax, moaning into her ear, gripping onto her stomach tighter. He continued to pound into her until he was sated.

Turning her around, he met her lips, kissing her full of love, now that all his frustrations were gone. Judy kissed him back with the same energy, relishing in the warmth of his skin. Judy moved away from his lips and embraced him, resting her head on his shoulder, Gene doing the same.

“Darling,” Judy whispered. “That was amazing.”

“Yes, it was,” Gene whispered back, almost out of breath. “I was very… frustrated.”

“I had no doubt about that. Who was the horny one now?”

Gene chuckled, thinking back to the last night they were together alone. “I guess we’re even.”

“I guess so.”

They smiled tenderly at each other with the widest smiles. Gene embraced her even tighter. Even though they were both pretty drunk, he felt like he’d never be able to forget this, and Judy felt the same way. And no matter what they did, they’d never be able to stay away from each other. Their love was too strong… and unfortunately, or fortunately, they probably wouldn’t be able to end their affair permanently. The feelings were too strong, and they were mutual.

“Well,” Judy sighed, “We better get dressed. They’ll find us here stark naked and we won’t have any excuses.”

“I did lock the door,” Gene reminded her.

“Okay, well what if someone comes knocking? What if they didn’t find Peter yet?”

Suddenly they heard footsteps. They both glanced at each other in horror and frantically ran to gather their clothes. Dressing as quickly as possible, Gene went to unlock the door so there weren’t any suspicions. Judy grabbed her hair tie and clip, wrapping her hair back in a bun.

“I say we open the door and go out, acting like we just walked in here and searched. Got it?” Gene whispered to her quietly.

“Yessir,” Judy murmured, nodding.

Gene walked over to the closet. “Can’t find him in here, we’d better leave,” he yelled, pretending they were searching. Walking towards the door with Judy, he opened it, running into the girls.

“Hey, we found Peter,” June said, eyeing them confusingly. “Judy, why didn’t you come with us?”

“Gene’s afraid of the dark so he asked me to go with him,” Judy smirked. “I’m an Irish witch and I told him I’d protect him from any evil creatures lurking about this house.” Judy spoke the latter statement with a slur.

Gene quickly chimed in. “Yes, I’m awfully scared, but I’m fine now.” He glanced towards Judy, smiling.

“Uh, I think you guys might need to sober up a bit,” June looked at them like they were crazy. “Let’s go get you two some water.”

Judy and Gene followed the girls down the stairs. Gene glanced at Judy, trying not to laugh from their little banter. Judy giggled.

If only they knew.

[cali-holland]

Forever and Ever, Ch. 1: The Proposal

Tom Holland X Osterfield!Reader, Wedding Series

With the help of Harrison and Charlotte, Tom picks out the perfect ring for you, and now the time’s come for the perfect proposal.

Warnings: sexual themes, swearing, a lil bit of blood/violence and kind of an abusive ex? (it’s a flashback though)

Word Count: 4100

Series Masterlist

Masterlist   Tom Holland Masterlist

“We keep this love in a photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing

Hearts are never broken

And time's forever frozen still

So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet

You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home”

Photograph, Ed Sheeran

~~~

“How’s the online shopping coming?” Harrison asked, strolling into the living room when he knew you were away at work the next day. Tom let out a frustrated groan, throwing his head back on the couch.

“There’s too many choices! I don’t understand how there can be so many shapes.” Tom stated and Harrison sat beside him to look at the engagement ring website on Tom’s laptop.

“I believe they’re called cuts.” He laughed, looking over the categories and images. “God, you’re right. How are there so many options?”

“This makes no sense.” He sighed, “How do I know which one Y/N would like the most?”

“Might sound cheesy, but I think she’d say yes even if you gave her the shittiest ring.”

“Well, that’s helpful.” Tom rolled his eyes at his friend.

“Why not go in person tomorrow? Y/N will be at work anyway.” Harrison suggested, standing from the couch.

“I don’t really want paparazzi to find out, but I guess I have no choice.” He paused, “Do you think you could come with me?”

Harrison laughed, turning back to his friend. “You’re talking to the wrong sibling. I’ll call Charlotte and see if she can go with you.”

By the time you got home from work, Tom had cleared out his search history to make sure there was no evidence of his ring shopping. You had no clue anything was up, even when you saw that your younger sister texted him while you two got ready for bed that evening.

Spotting his phone light up on the bedside table just as you were about to get into bed, you asked, “Why did Charlotte text you?”

“Probably just asking if I’m back home. I think Harrison said something about your mum inviting me over for dinner this week.” He lied with a shrug as he climbed into bed on the opposite side. While his room (which was actually your room as well) was big, it still only had one night stand on your side of the bed. Any other night, Tom wouldn’t care about it, trusting you completely with his phone, but now he was worried you’d get curious and check Charlotte’s texts. It wasn’t that strange for Charlotte to text him when he got back into town, but he got lucky by remembering Harrison’s mention of family dinner plans, something he’s gotten accustomed to at the Osterfield household.

“Oh yeah, she did tell me that. Friday, right? I just assumed you’d be free.” You laughed, making yourself comfortable under the covers by snuggling into Tom’s warm embrace. “If you don’t want to-“

“No, of course I’d love to. Your family’s my family.” He reached up and knocked on the wall behind him, just for Harrison, whose bed was on the other side of the wall, to hit the wall back. “See?”

Through your fit of laughter, you managed to say, “God, he’s going to think we’re going at it.”

“Hm, well, why don’t we?” Tom winked at you, his trailing down your waist.

“As much as I missed you, I’ll pass. One of us actually went to work today.” You teased, nuzzling your face into his neck and pressing a chaste kiss to his sweet spot. “Besides, I’m still sore from last night.”

“That good, huh?” He smirked and you leaned up to kiss him.

“Watch it, Holland.” You joked, and he couldn’t help but think that one day you’d have that last name too. Tom pulled you closer to him, intertwining your left hand with his, as you laid down with your head on his chest. As you drifted off to sleep, he mindlessly traced over your ring finger, mind racing with what the perfect ring would look like right in that very spot.

The next day, you went away to work as usual, and Tom put on his most incognito outfit- dark hoodie, dark jeans, sunglasses (though it wasn’t actually too bright out), dark baseball cap. He was completely unrecognizable for the paparazzi.

“Why are you dressed like that?” Harrison asked as he and Tom got in the car because, while Harrison still felt that Charlotte was the better sibling to ask for help, he wanted to go as moral support for his best friend. You know, best man duties and all that. In his casual white t-shirt and jeans, he looked the exact opposite of Tom.

“I’m not having anyone recognize. Not today.” Tom insisted.

“Whatever you say.” He laughed.

The two of them met Charlotte at the ring shop, after they parked a little ways away (because Tom didn’t want his car to be parked right in front of the store- that’s too “obvious”, according to him). Charlotte, just as Harrison had, commented on his rather dull outfit, but yet again, he always wore black in some form. Despite their fashion remarks, Tom was glad to have your siblings with him, or rather his future in-laws, you just didn’t know that yet.

“What about this one?” Charlotte asked, pointing to yet another ring. She’d shown Tom nearly a dozen rings that she thought you’d like, meanwhile Tom was overwhelmed by the choices. They lost Harrison to the men’s section shortly after walking inside because he wanted more.

“I don’t know. This is all so much.” Tom sighed, looking at the pretty engagement ring in the glass case. It was delicate and beautiful, but he still didn’t know. He had been told that the ring will “speak” to him, that he’ll just know when he sees it. He wished it was as easy as knowing you were the one for him; all it took was one glance at you and he knew he wanted to be with you forever. You were his forever.

After what must have been the twentieth “what do you think of this one?” from Charlotte (which he did deeply appreciate her help), Tom was ready to give up hope on this store. Maybe this store didn’t have the perfect ring. Shoving his hands in his hoodie’s pocket, he scanned over the rings again, the shiny silver beginning to blur together.

“Check this out.” Harrison called to them from across the store.

“Haz, mate, I don’t want to look at one of your rings.” Tom answered, running a hand over his face.

“No, you div. I like this ring for Y/N.” He replied, and both Tom and Charlotte immediately came over to him. Sitting in front of Harrison, in the back corner of the case, was the most perfect ring Tom had ever seen. He was speechless, and he knew it was the one.

“Can we see that one please?” Charlotte asked the worker, reading Tom’s slacked jaw expression as one of pure amazement. The worker pulled out the ring from behind the glass, and Harrison and Charlotte both exchanged a look of ‘that’s it’ while Tom examined it.

“Yes. That’s the one.” Tom nodded, and the two siblings let out their bated breaths in relief. As Tom and the worker settled out the measurements and price, Harrison waited with his sister by the door.

“And now he just needs to propose.” Charlotte laughed.

“I bet he’s going to faint before he even gets the words out. Y/N will just have to piece it together.” Harrison joked.

“Do you know how he’s doing it?” She asked.

“Oh yeah, she’s so going to cry.” Harrison watched the cashier slide the pink ring box over to Tom, finalizing the deal, and he felt a wave of pride overcome him. His two favorite people in the world were getting married; he wasn’t sure if he’d make it through this without shedding a few happy tears himself.

~~~

Tom let out a sigh, taking a step back to examine his bedroom. From the Christmas lights strung around the room to the bed sheet hanging on the wall across from the projector, everything was perfect. There were even a few rose petals scattered on the floor. He ran a nervous hand through his hair, his other hand slipping into his pocket to fish out the little pink box. Opening the box, his heart started to beat impossibly faster. It had only been two days since he bought it, but he felt like he could stare at it forever, and, well, if you said yes, then he’d gladly stare at it forever.

“Y/N,” He mumbled under his breath, beginning to pace a little. Another deep breath escaped his lips as he continued quietly rehearsing, “Y/N Osterfield, will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

Tom had never jumped so high in his life, but he eased up immediately when he realized it was just Harrison in the doorway, arms crossed as he took in the new look to Tom’s room.

“So? How does it look?” Tom asked, closing the box and pocketing it once more. His hand remained in his pocket, thumbing over the object, like he was worried the box would vanish into thin air. He felt his hands start to shake a little at the unimpressed look on Harrison’s face.

“Like you’re going to be engaged by the end of the night.” He said encouragingly, unable to hide his happy smile any longer. “Now, come on, lover boy, she’ll be here any minute.”

“Do you think she’ll be able to tell? I want to surprise her.”

Harrison looked at the room again and then at his nervous friend, who was a little too nicely dressed for a casual movie night in; yet again maybe Harrison just wasn’t used to Tom wearing anything but sweats and a hoodie around the house. It seemed obvious, but maybe you would be too tired from a day at work to notice. Before he could reply, Harry shouted from downstairs.

“She’s here!”

Quickly, Tom and Harrison rushed out of the room, closing the door softly behind them. They went to the kitchen, where Harry and Tuwaine also stood, all four of them trying to act casual as they waited for you to come inside.

“Ed Sheeran? Are you sure?” Tuwaine asked, questioning Tom’s choice of music for the night.

“Yes. What’s wrong with Ed Sheeran?” Tom refuted.

“It’s a little unoriginal.” Harry added, and his brother narrowed his eyes at him.

“Unoriginal?”

“I brought dinner!” You announced, walking into the house. Tom sent his brother and friends a quick look of “don’t say anything” before he went to greet you at the door. His smile widened as he saw you, kicking off your shoes beside the shoe bin, balancing two bags of takeout.

“How was work?” Tom asked as he took the bags from you.

“Boring. Wish I could’ve been here with you.” You replied with a smile, your arms wrapping around his neck to bring him in for a kiss. His hands found your waist, the takeout bags hanging from his wrist, as you kissed him like you hadn’t seen him in weeks, not that he was complaining though because there was plenty of lost time to make up for.

Just as your tongue brushed over his lips, making him smile into the kiss, Harrison walked in the room, scoffing, “Get a room.”

“Don’t worry. We will.” You stated, not stepping out of Tom’s embrace as you looked at your brother. Harrison just rolled his eyes at you. You let go of Tom to make your way to the kitchen with both boys following behind you.

“Remember when you hated Tom?” Harrison teased, his normal playful smile on his face as he eyed you cuddled up to his best friend across the dinner table.

You rolled your eyes at his attempt at a joke, “Hate is an overstatement. Besides, I obviously got over that ruined dress a long time ago.”

“What happened to change that?” Tuwaine asked innocently. All eyes fell on you and Tom, and you remained uncharacteristically quiet, opting to drink some water instead of responding.

“Just time, I guess.” Tom shrugged, doing his best to save you from the topic.

While you did spend the first year of knowing Tom completely ignoring his attempts at being nice to you (which ranged from him offering to help you with groceries when you and Harrison still lived at home together to him greeting you when you walked in a room), your hostility seemed to change over night for the bystanders that were your siblings, his brothers, and your mutual friends.

It was sometime in the fall of 2014; Tom didn’t really remember the day exactly, or rather the night. He just remembered that he wasn’t in the mood to go clubbing with Harrison in some no-name London nightclub, but he went nonetheless. He soon lost his friend to some girl in the crowd, and Tom found himself perched on a barstool, nursing a beer. He checked his phone with a sigh; it’d been only half an hour since he walked through the door. He scanned the crowd in front of him, looking for any sign of Harrison, when his eyes caught sight of you.

Out on the dancefloor with a carefree smile on your face, you still managed to take his breath away. It had been over a year since the incident, and you hadn’t backed down from your grudge against him. Meanwhile, for Tom, he wanted to keep trying because, maybe one day, you’d tolerate him enough that he could actually talk to you. All he heard from your mutual friends (not Harrison because he’d never speak highly of you to another guy, especially one that he already knew was crushing on you, even if Tom refused to admit it) was that you were incredibly sweet and kind and funny and smart and basically everything Tom was looking for. Sighing again, he took another drink of his beer and returned to his previous task of seeking out Harrison.

When he still came up empty handed looking for his friend, Tom’s eyes managed to find their way back to you, but this time that same smile wasn’t on your face. No, you actually looked pissed off, an expression that Tom was very used to seeing. It was then that Tom spotted a seemingly very drunk Richard beside you, Richard from the party, Richard who had been your boyfriend for the past few months, Richard who Tom absolutely loathed. He hadn’t heard much about your relationship, except for the fact that Harrison thought Richard was a “conceited, manipulative asshole” who wasn’t good for you at all. Curiously, Tom watched you interact with him as you crossed your arms, saying something that made Richard roll his eyes at you and grab your elbow forcefully. As Richard dragged you out to a hallway of the club, Tom immediately shot up to follow you two.

“Let me go. I told you, Richard, we’re done.” You said, trying to get out of his painful grip.

“No, we’re done when I say we’re done.” He barked back. Tom took that as his cue to step in, standing a bit taller as he did so.

“Hey, leave her alone.” Tom interjected, and you looked at him, surprised by his appearance.

“Tom, what the hell are you doing here?” You asked. It was Tom’s turn to be surprised; you’d spoken to him, and you’d used his name- up until this moment, he thought you didn’t even know that.

“Pool boy?” Richard scoffed, and you and Tom simultaneously rolled your eyes, “Run along. This is between me and my girlfriend.”

“Sounds like she isn’t your girlfriend anymore.” He hardly got his taunting comment out before Richard let go of you just to punch Tom square in the nose. Tom stumbled backwards a little and regained his footing to punch him right back. Richard staggered in surprise by the force of the blow, and you took the opportunity to grab Tom’s hand and run from the hallway back into the crowded club. He didn’t protest as he followed you through the swarm of people, allowing you to take him out of the club.

“Why did you do that?” You said quietly, once the two of you were outside in the cold night air. You let go of his hand and didn’t even turn to look at him, opting to pace the sidewalk a little while he leaned against the wall, clutching his nose.

“He was harassing you.” Tom stated. When you heard the slight nasaliness to his voice, you turned to look at him and your eyes grew wide as you realized his nose was bleeding.

“Oh god,” You winced.

“Dick packs a punch.” He tried to laugh, but the humor was lost from his grimace in pain.

“Come on, my place is around the corner.” At your offer, Tom furrowed his eyebrows at you in confusion. Playfully, you added, “I can’t leave my knight in shining armor to bleed out on the side of the road.”

“I doubt I’d bleed out from this.” Tom mused, and the two of you began to walk back to your apartment. 

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you until there was a particularly brisk gust of autumn wind, making you instinctively shiver. Your sleeveless dress did nothing to shield you from the chilly air, and Tom noticed. Ever so awkwardly, he started to try to shimmy out of his jacket, mindful of his bloody hand. You paused, looking over at him in confusion, “Are you trying to give me your jacket?”

“Shut up.” He mumbled, embarrassed but still trying to take off his jacket to offer it to you. Biting your lip to keep yourself from laughing at the humor of it all, you helped him.

“What is it with you and jackets?” You joked, slipping it on over your shoulders. Seeing as he was in a long sleeve shirt and jeans, and that your apartment was just ahead, you weren’t going to decline his offer.

“I don’t know.” Tom shrugged, laughing a little at the memory, “I’m just trying to be chivalrous.”

“Very chivalrous, indeed.” You nodded as a laugh escaped your lips.

“Maybe one day, I’ll get it right.”

Tom felt that maybe this lighthearted air between the two of you was a step in the right direction for the two of you, even if he was clutching his bloody nose the whole time. Back at your apartment, he propped himself up on the bathroom counter and you got a few rags together to clean him up. With his legs spread, you stood in between them, wiping the blood on his nose off with a wet rag.

“Thank you, by the way.” You mumbled, concentrated on your work.

“Anytime.” He answered, his eyes studying you closely, memorizing every detail of your face. This was the first, and hopefully not the last, time that you had been this close to him and, damn, did he enjoy it.

“Let’s not make this a regular thing.” You teased. “And can you, um, can you not tell Harrison? He tends to get overprotective.”

“Shit.” Tom groaned and you immediately stopped your actions, thinking you’d somehow managed to hurt him. “I forget Harrison.”

“At the club?” You asked, a small smile coming over your face, and he nodded sheepishly.

“He was off dancing with some girl.”

“So he forgot about you.” You joked, before seriously adding, “You should probably let him know you left, but-”

“I won’t tell him. This is our secret, I promise.”

And Tom still fully intended to keep that promise. Years down the road, Harrison still had no clue that your ex was the one who almost broke Tom’s nose, but it’s not like your brother remembered that night anyway. All he knew was that the very next day, when you came over for drinks with him and the boys, you and Tom spoke to each other. And, well, Harrison couldn’t help the small flicker of happiness that filled him to see his best friend and his twin sister getting along... finally.

“Yep, just time.” You nodded, sending Tom a small, grateful smile.

Dinner seemed to last forever for Tom; you just did not eat fast enough for him. He even started doing the dishes while you sat at the table and talked to Harry just to distract himself from the itching nerve to just drop down on one knee right in front of you. It didn’t help that Tom knew Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine were all anxiously wanting you to leave; they didn’t want to contain the secret any longer either. After nearly an hour of self-restraint on his part, he finally suggested you change out of your work clothes.

“So what movie tonight?” You asked as you made your way down the hall with Tom.

“I was thinking we could do something a little different tonight.” He said, a small smile playing on his lips. You eyed him skeptically before turning to open the bedroom door. You felt yourself choke up at the scene before you. Taking in the roses and lights as well as the room’s overall new romantic atmosphere, you were speechless.

“C’mon.” Tom slid past you in the doorway, holding out a hand for you. When you took it, he led you all the way inside the room, closing the door behind you.

“You did all of this for me?” You breathed out in disbelief, still processing the dramatic transformation.

“Of course.”

As you sat down beside him at the foot of the bed, in the perfect position to view the projected image, Tom quickly got out his phone to play the slideshow. Hearing the familiar tune of Ed Sheeran’s “Photograph”, you smiled, snuggling into Tom’s side. You watched in admiration as various pictures floated across the screen.

The very, very ugly first picture of the two of you together at 17 (with Dick cropped out and Harrison’s face replaced with a heart emoji). One of the many pictures the two of you took together when you went to Paris for your three year anniversary a few months ago. Goofy selfies you’ve taken together that should never be seen by anyone else. One taken by Harrison when Monty and Tessa’s leashes got tangled, trapping you and Tom together, before you were even actually together. A photo of you two in the world’s worst matching Christmas sweaters two years ago because Tom thought it’d be funny (and it was). Another photograph taken straight from a gossip magazine of the two of you at the Far From Home premiere (it was your favorite picture from the red carpet but also you couldn’t find it without the watermark); immediately following that one was Tom helping you remove your make up after the after party, make up wipe in hand (you two weren’t 100% sober when that was taken).

All of them were pictures of the happiest, most memorable days in your life, all moments that happened with the love of your life. As the song came to its bridge, Tom shifted out of your embrace to stand up, his hand deep in his pocket. When he turned to face you, his face dropped, realizing you were very teary-eyed.

“Darling, no, you’re not supposed to cry.” Worry was flowing through him now. What if you didn’t want this? What if you said no?

“Tom, yes.” You nodded, biting your lip to refrain from full on crying.

“Yes?” He repeated, suddenly confused.

“Are you going to ask me to marry you or not?” You teased. With a laugh, Tom got down on one knee in front of you, pulling out the ring box and opening it to present you with the most beautiful ring you could’ve imagined.

“Y/N Osterfield, the first time we met, you called me a dumbass, and I still am, but now I’m your dumbass that doesn’t know how to write one of those cheesy proposal speeches. You’re my best friend and my soulmate, and you know me better than anyone else. There’s no one else that I’d rather spend forever with, so will you spend forever with me and marry me?” Tom asked, hands shaking a little due to the nerves. Smiling and nodding, you leaned in to kiss him, despite the awkward angle from you still being on the bed and him still kneeling.

“Yes, yes, yes.” You mumbled happily between kisses. 

Laughing, Tom pulled away from you, “Don’t forget about the ring.” He took the ring out of the box and you held your left hand out to him for him to slide it onto your ring finger. You looked at the ring in awe for a moment.

“I love you, fiancé.” You said, eyes trailing for your ring to Tom.

“I love you, too, fiancée.” He replied and leaned in to kiss you. With his lips moving with yours, he brought himself up off the ground, blindly climbing onto the bed as you laid down on the blankets. Murmuring into your lips, Tom repeated his words happily, “My fiancée.”

~~~

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[anonymouslyangsty]

Idea: Escape Room AU. Making a loose interpretation of that one horror movie. Some of the Danganronpa characters are invited to play in an escape room, but find that if they don't solve the puzzles in time the consequences are deadly. Not only that, but each of the rooms are deliberately designed to invoke past traumas of each of the characters. My main motivation? High stress Ishimondo.

YES. 100% yes. You don't know how much I crave action/adventure Ishimondo. Yes domestic fluff is sweet, yes the death game can be intense. But there's something special about people having to actively fight for their lives together, and solving murders just doesn't hit the same.

So yeah I like the idea, it almost gives me YTTD vibes (for those who don't know, Your Turn To Die is like DR but you win puzzles or die. I love it)

(If you're interested, there's a fic that kinda fits this idea. It's Beyond Despair. It's basically "everyone who dies comes back and now they have to do puzzles to survive. I'll try not to take too much inspiration from it for this concept)

But yeah I love this idea. I think things like this do best with smaller groups, so here's an idea: Leon, Hiro, Chihiro, Mondo, and Taka go to an Escape Room over the summer for Mondo's birthday. Then surprise! It's all death trap filled.

Just trying to think of potential rooms on the spot...I warn you that I've only gone heavily into the backstories of Taka and Mondo when it comes to DR1, so I might be missing out on some good ideas.

Hiro has to make a bunch of predictions to stop the others from getting harmed, perhaps a form of Russian Roulette. If he predicts where the bullet is incorrectly, he ends up shooting someone. He's probably not aiming for anything vital just in case, but it would still suck.

Not sure how this relates to trauma. Maybe he messed up an important prediction, and that led to someone getting seriously hurt?

Chihiro's great issue is weakness, which he tries to overcome. So maybe his room is having to hack something with a timer, where failing to do so in time leads to everyone burning alive. It would test his mental fortitude.

Or we could go the physical strength path. Like a situation where the solution is in an area so small that only Chi can enter, but something inside has to be forcefully pulled open. So Chi has to find the strength to do it, either by outsmarting the trap, or pure strength.

Or maybe it's both? Chi has to show both mental and physical strength to pass the trial.

Mondo has his own issues with strength, not to mention his guilt for the whole Daiya thing. Maybe he gets put into a situation where he alone can solve the puzzle, but cannot act. Instead, he has to tell the others what to do.

Think something like the game Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes. The basic premise of that game is: there are two players, one with a manual, and another with a bomb. The player with the manual has to instruct the other player on how to defuse the bomb. The player with the bomb cannot see the manual.

And that would be pretty stressful for Mondo. He isn't confident in his intelligence, so having to solve the puzzle alone would already be a problem. Plus there's the fear that he'll fail his friends, that he'll mess up and get them all killed.

For Leon...I'll admit that I don't have a solid idea for him. He wants to leave baseball and become a musician, right? So I'm not really sure how to infuse that desire into his room.

Plus I don't want to make his room just "hit this target to escape" because he can probably do that really easily...But it still needs to be involved with his talent in some way.

Here's an idea. It's not ideal because I'm not sure how well it fits into his character, but at least it includes his talent in a way that won't be horribly easy for him.

The group has to play a game of baseball, Leon vs everyone else (sure the teams are uneven, but Leon's the best baseball player around, so it's fair).

The game has to end with 12 home runs (why 12? there's a dumb reason.). For each point the enemy team gets, the other team is punished somehow. Each punishment is worse than the last.

Leon is a way better player than all of them combined, so it's not about him winning. It's about him deciding who gets hurt. Does he save himself, or save the others? It's a game of selfishness vs selflessness. Not to mention a delicate balance of ensuring nobody's too hurt to keep going.

As for the punishments, we could add another layer of selfish vs selfless actions. Maybe the losing team has to decide among themselves who takes the punishment, or they can all agree to take a slightly less harmful version of it.

And Taka. I'm...not sure? His character is all about morality, but Leon's trial kind of has that covered. There's also his role as a leader, but Mondo's trial covers that. Whatever the case, I'm just going to throw out ideas.

First thought is to focus on Taka's passion and strong work ethic. Think of it as kinda the opposite of Mondo's proposed trial. Taka's placed on some kind of pedestal that leaves him about 8 inches from the ceiling. On top of the ceiling is some kind of button, just far enough away that he has to reach to touch it.

While he's up there, everyone has...some kind of puzzle to solve. I don't know what honestly, probably some moral dilemma or something to keep on theme.

Now here's the point of this trial. Around the beginning of the room, Taka's shot with like half a dose of sedative. Not enough to knock him out, but enough to make the process of reaching up to hold a button pretty hard. Whenever he isn't pressing the button, water starts filling the room. If he passes out, they all drown.

This trial places him in a position of power, as everyone is relying on him to stay strong despite the struggle he's facing. And it's the opposite of Mondo's trial because he has no agency. He can't really help solve the puzzle, all he can do is keep that button held. But it's also similar to Mondo's trial because, if he falters, everyone dies.

The downside to this option is that it has nothing to do with morality. Mondo could just as easily have this trial, since it's more about hard work and strength.

Another option is something that focuses far more on morality. I'm not sure of the details, but perhaps it's a situation where he has to decide who of his friends to hurt to help everyone escape. And he wants to find a solution that leaves everyone unharmed, but that very well might not be possible.

Or maybe something like the prisoner's dilemma? (In very basic terms, you have prisoners A and B. If A and B trust each other, they both escape. If one betrays the other, the one who betrayed escapes with some extra benefit. If both betray, both get nothing.)

In this hypothetical situation, perhaps this is the last trial, just long enough for little resentments within the group to build. For the stress of the situation to make friendship become overshadowed by self preservation. Can they really trust one another to do the right thing, or will they get betrayed?

This is more morality related, but it's also not specific to Taka. Taka doesn't play a lead role, they all do, since they all have to face the dilemma.

Final idea, and admittedly the least formed one. They’re in...some kind of puzzle, with a timer of course because we need the pressure to be one. In the room with them is someone none of them know, bound and gagged.

They can spend time trying to solve the puzzle the hard way, or they can do it the easy way. But the easy way means killing the captive (Maybe they have a key in their stomach or something). And you want to do the right thing, but there's a timer and the moral option takes so much longer.

Taka continues his role as moral compass for this trial. He has to be the one to declare if they go the easy option. If he choose it, he personality has to get the key. There's a knife provided for the task

It could feed on Taka's fears of corruption and morality. Is it better to sacrifice one to save the group? Is he being selfish for trying to save a stranger rather than his friends? Taka has a very black and white view on morality, and this trial would force him to shatter that.

It could also lead into a fear that he'll become just as corrupt as Toranosuke. After all, if he can't solve this trial without any deaths, how can he be a good man?

Honestly? While I called this one the least formed, I think I like it the most. It's a real moral dilemma.

[mwolf0epsilon]

What would be the Bendy cast's dream summer holiday?

Dream summer holiday you say? -cracks knuckles- I'll give it my best shot.

Joey Drew - Finally go to the Bahamas. Amazing islands with great beaches and spectacular coral reefs? This man wants to go scuba diving so bad it makes him look stupid... Also no one's going to find him when there's so many places to hide.

Henry Stein - Go camping with his wife and daughters. He knows some good spots up in the Appalachian mountains. Just them and nature... No weird machines that can summon inky devils. What more can you ask for?

Linda Stein - She's not picky when it comes to how she and her family spend their vacations. As long as everyone can unwind she's up for anything. Variety is a must tho, doing the same thing every year gets a little stale.

Sammy Lawrence - He never got to go to Coney Island so he'll likely look into finding the closest thing to it as possible. Maybe goes to Disney World out of pure spite. Overall just wants to have one day where decorum and appearances mean nothing. Deserves a break from being the guy with the stick up his ass.

Jack Fain - Traveling abroad is a big vacation goal for him. Call him cheesy but there's something about going to tourist attractions with the husband that feels really romantic to him. They're making memories together!

Susie Campbell - She's not one for big glamorous vacations. Just wants a couple of days to herself, maybe go to the beach to work on her tan, and overall just has a good couple of "Me" days. Might go to flea markets to get some goodies. She's treating herself!

Norman Polk - Look me in the eye and tell me he wouldn't travel to Paris specifically to sneak into the Parisian catacombs... Sends everyone the ugliest postcards he can find.

Allison Pendle - She'd invest to either go on an amazing tour of the Amazon forest, or a safari trip in Africa. As someone who appreciates the realm of the supernatural, Allison strikes me as someone who'd want to take a break through the natural.

Thomas Connor - Wherever Allison goes, he goes. All of their photos are mostly just Tom grumpily scowling at the camera while holding souvenirs, or laying in the hotel bed looking miserable because of mosquito bites. He's not a big vacation person but he'll endure it since his wife is really enjoying herself. He's honestly just glad to be away from other people.

Wally Franks - Disney World with the family. You can't tell me Wally wouldn't plan a massive trip for his entire family and all his friends. It's always a party with the Franks, and it's also likely someone's going to get arrested.

Shawn Flynn - Goes on a week-long hiking trip. Very big on photographing the journey, but the pictures aren't of the spectacular views or local fauna. Its just weirdly shaped rocks he finds that he thought were pretty neat.

Grant Cohen - Vacations are expensive. He'd rather just stay home and maybe sleep for an entire week or so. Seems like the type to turn on the radio and just get lost in cheesy radio-dramas.

Buddy Lewek - His family has never really had money for big vacations, so he'd do something like camping. Whether or not it's indoors or outdoors depends on how eager he is about the whole thing. Mostly he just wants to spend a bit of time reading and drawing without being disturbed.

Dot - She spends an entire month on a family trip to all the oddball tourist traps they can find. Writes about these family vacations and takes fun photos. Her favourite trip was to a UFO fanatic town. The people were quirky but polite and welcoming.

Abby Lambert - Travels to France to go see the Mona Lisa. Does some sight-seeing and ends up painting the view from her hotel balcony. Sends Henry a little Eiffel Tower statuette and a card with a charcoal illustration. Likely runs into Norman at some point.

Doc Hackenbush - Volunteers to do veterinary work at a zoo for an entire month. Gets up close and personal with some of the most magnificent animals the world has ever seen. It's a humbling experience for a vet like him.

Bertrum Piedmont - Is taken against his will on a fishing trip by Lacie. He's initially grumpy about it, but relaxes once he realizes how calming it is. Eating a big fat meal of fish has never tasted better, especially after catching it himself.

Lacie Benton - Goes on a month-long fishing trip with Bertrum. Inheriting her uncle's boat has it's perks, especially when she feels it's time she and her best friend need some time alone from the idiots at JDS.

Emma LaMonte - A trip back to England every year keeps the homesickness away. Spends that time with family and friends, and is very private about it.

Detective Sinclair - When you're an old detective like him most days are a vacation anyway. Work can be quite scarce. Doesn't really care for long frivolous trips anyway. Hitting the local bar or catching the latest baseball game is good enough for him.

Nathan Arch - Hasn't had a vacation in years and doesn't plan on it anytime soon. His health wouldn't allow him either way...

Nathan Arch Jr - Spends a maximum of two week in a cheap ocean themed motel, just to be alone with his thoughts. It's become a bit of a ritual and the motel owner always saves him the same room. Despite the tacky decoration it's the only time he ever feels relaxed and content in the entirety of the year.

[yyh4ever]

Togashi’s Comments from the Table of Contents (1990-1994)

WSJ #23 to WSJ #32 (1993)

Volume 14: Chapters 119 to 128

ᐊ Volume 13: Chapters 110 to 118     Volume 15: Chapters 129 to 138 ᐅ

1993

➤ Weekly Shounen Jump N°23 (May 24, 1993)

★ Chapter 119. "Into the Lion's Den...!!" (虎穴に入らずんば・・・！！ の巻, Koketsu ni Irazunba...!!)

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"I'm addicted to Super Famista 2. Hanshin's No 8 is "Togashi". He is a slugger with 59 home runs." - Yoshihiro

🇯🇵 スーパーファミスタ２にはまった。阪神の８番は"とがし"。本塁打59本の強打者だ。 〈義博〉

T/N: Super Famista 2 is a baseball game software for the Super Famicom, published by Namco. It was released in Japan on March 1993. "Slugger" is a hard-hitting batter in baseball.

➤ Weekly Shounen Jump N°24 (May 31, 1993)

★ Chapter 120. "Who's the Mastermind?!" (主謀者 は誰だ！？ の巻, Atama wa Dareda!?)

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"I don't like cutting corners in order to reduce my work schedule, and it's also painful to do that to meet the deadlines. This time it's also the latter." - Yoshihiro

🇯🇵 スケジュールをつめるための手抜きはいやだし、締切りのためのそれも辛い。今回も後者です。〈義博〉

➤ Weekly Shounen Jump N°25 (June 7, 1993)

★ Chapter 121. "Murder Surgery!!" (殺人手術！！ の巻, Satsujin Shujutsu!!)

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"I went to my parents' house during the consecutive holidays. It was a good rest, both mentally and physically. I'm fully recharged (!?)" - Yoshihiro

🇯🇵 連休中は実家へ。精神的にも肉体的にも、いい骨休みになりました。充電は十分(！ ？) 〈義博〉

T/N: consecutive holidays = The Golden Week.

➤ Weekly Shounen Jump N°26 (June 14, 1993)

★ Chapter 122. "The Cry of a Shadow!!" (影の叫び！！ の巻, Shadō no Sakebi!!)

*In this issue: the results of the "9th Catch Phrase Grand Prix" and Yusuke's illustration drawn by Togashi to the winner, a 14-years-old from Kumamoto Prefecture. The winner’s catchphrase was: "A true man's paradise" 「真の男の極楽浄土」*

*Also, the promo of the first Yu Yu Hakusho Movie to the summer of 1993: "A big battle over the Golden Seal". An original screenplay that premiered on July 10th, 1993. The original character Koashura was designed by Togashi-sensei.*

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"I, the president of the National Unhealthy Alliance, have started playing things like tennis. Togashi, this idiot was scared and hesitant about it." - Yoshihiro

🇯🇵 全国不健康同盟会長の私がテニスなど、はじめてしまいました。冨樫め日和ったな。〈義博〉

➤ Weekly Shounen Jump N°27 (June 21, 1993)

★ Chapter 123. "No Choice...!!" (殺るしかない・・・！！ の巻, Yaru Shika nai!!)

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"Even now, when I hear the ending of Sunday Western Movie Theater, I feel uneasy and wonder: 'Oh no, school starts again from tomorrow'..." - Yoshihiro

🇯🇵 今だに日曜洋画劇場のエンディング）を聞くと「あーあ明日からまた学校か」という気になる…。 〈義博〉

T/N: TV Asahi's "Sunday Western Movie Theater" (Nichiyō Yōga Gekijō), as the name suggests, broadcast Western movies, mostly Americans, dubbed in Japanese on Sunday evenings. Nagaharu Yodogawa, the late Japanese film critic, was the host of the show until his death in 1998, and was known for closing each program with his signature line "Sayonara, sayonara, sayonara". After his closing lines, the song "So in Love" by Cole Porter was played as the ending theme of the show.

➤ Weekly Shounen Jump N°28 (June 28, 1993)

★ Chapter 124. "Fierce Rain...!!" (激しい雨が・・・！！ の巻, Hageshī ame ga!!)

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"I got hooked on Super Famicom's "Pachinko Monogatari", and used that energy to play real pachinko. I lost badly." - Yoshihiro

🇯🇵 SF/Cの 『 パチンコ物語 』 にハマリ、その勢いで本物のパチンコやったら大敗けした。〈義博〉

➤ Weekly Shounen Jump N°29 (July 5, 1993)

★ Chapter 125. "The Man They've Been Looking For!!" (探していた男！！ の巻, Sagashite ita Otoko!!)

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"I went from 3 to 4 packs of cigarettes a day to 1 pack at most. When I started playing sports, it naturally decreased..." - Yoshihiro

🇯🇵 1日3〜4箱だったタバコが多くて1箱に。スポーツを始めたら自然に減ったきた…〈義博〉

➤ Weekly Shounen Jump N°30 (July 12, 1993)

★ Chapter 126. "The Black Chapter!!" (黒の章！！ の巻, Kuro no Shō!!)

*Yu Yu Hakusho is on the cover of this issue*

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"I'm happy because I often have nightmares lately. The other day I woke up on the verge of being killed by a zombie." - Yoshihiro

🇯🇵 最近悪夢をよく見るので嬉しい。先日はゾンビに殺される寸前で目が覚めたのだった〈義博〉

➤ Weekly Shounen Jump N°31 (July 19, 1993)

★ Chapter 127. "A Bloody Past!!" (血塗られた過去！！ の巻, Chinura Reta Kako!!)

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"'Yu Yu' GOODS are arriving at the workplace one after another. It's funny how some of them make me smile wryly." - Yoshihiro

🇯🇵 仕事場に「幽遊」ＧＯＯＤＳが次々と届いている。苦笑してしまうものもあって面白い。〈義博〉

➤ Weekly Shounen Jump N°32 (July 26, 1993)

★ Chapter 128. "Aura Lightning Kickboxing!!" (霊光裂蹴拳！！ の巻, Reikō Resshūken!!)

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"The thrice most unpleasant season has arrived. There's nothing more painful than summer when you have a job. Ice Age, please come." - Yoshihiro

🇯🇵 三度いやな季節到来。仕事を持ってる時の夏ほどつらいものはない。氷河期きてくれ。〈義博〉

*On October 4, 1993, Volume 14 (Chapters 119 to 128) was published!*

▼ Togashi’s comment from the dust jacket of volume 14. Translation by VIZ Media.  

ᐊ Volume 13: Chapters 110 to 118     Volume 15: Chapters 129 to 138 ᐅ

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Boku no Hero Academia AU List

(A Little Flame) Poorly Sheltered - A/B/O Older, No UA Izuku AU. Izuku, an omega and #1 Pro Hero Valiant finds himself being launched directly into a teaching position at UA, the former school of his dreams.  But the manipulations of the principle and trying to tackle the idea of teaching the next generation of heroes is the least of his worries.  The intriguing and unsettling Alpha Aizawa Shota is a much bigger concern. Especially with how he makes Izuku feels things he swore he never would again which threatens a secret Izuku’s been keeping for years now. - Now Live On AO3

Treat You Better - Pro Hero Deku gets captured by “villain” Shota “The Eraser” Aizawa who realizes pretty quickly that no one is coming for the number one hero.  And that’s just not right. - Now Live On AO3

Scarves And Whiskers - Aizawa, the overworked, underfed, and perpetually exhausted Eraserhead. Izuku, the unassuming local cat cafe owner with a very very interesting night time hobby. Nekomata, the elusive cat like vigilant Aizawa and everyone else has been tracking for years.  Two of these things are a lot more related than most anyone, especially Aizawa, thinks.

Spirited Hero - Spirited Away AU. Quirkless but spiritually sensitive Izuku stumbles across the border between realms.  He eventually sells himself into willing service to ensure Kacchan’s safe return to the human realm.  Little does he know that he’ll soon cross paths with a red and white dragon that’ll change his world forever.    

Dekiru 4 U - One Punch Man Style AU. Izumi realizes that traditional hero work isn’t possible for a quirkless girl like her no matter how fast and strong she might be so she’ll just have to go the non-traditional route.  Opening a odd jobs business may not seem like the way to save people but, well, there’s a lot of people who need a lot of help with different things and Izumi can do it for them. - Now Live On AO3

PETTY - A young Izuku decides that sometimes getting petty is the only way to get through the day. So doing things like sending Kacchan spiders in the mail is a perfectly ethical terrorizing tactic.

The Principal’s Unexpected Protégé - Nezu meets a young Izuku and, much to the distress of everyone who knows him, becomes more than a bit attached.  A child apprentice might be the last thing Nezu thought he’d find while out in Musutafu but it’s what he has now and he’s going to run with it.

Fic Writer Izuku - Izuku writes pro-hero fanfiction. Really really accurate pro-hero fanfiction. Disturbingly accurate pro-hero fanfiction.  Aizawa stumbles upon a collection of EraserMic fics online that hit a little too close to home for his comfort.  But they’re also really really good and informative. Shenanigans ensue.

Hop On It - Aged-up Au. After Inko’s death a quirkless Izuku is left aimless without a place to go.  Until he’s taken in by the dancers of a local club.  Fast-forward and Izuku’s taken to the stage as Usa-chan, a bunny themed dancer, and to the streets as a staff wielding vigilante.  Browbeaten into a local club by his friends Aizawa isn’t expecting to be taken in by one of the dancers.  But when Usa-chan ends up in his lap he can’t help but think bunnies might not be so bad after all.  

That Hero Over There - Izuku decides from an early age that All Might’s not his only inspiration.  Midnight, with her knockout body and her knockout quirk, is an idol that Izuku’s pretty sure he can live up to with a rocking beauty regime and a baseball bat.  Meeting All Might and being chosen as his successor doesn’t change that.  UA isn’t ready for what’s headed their way.

Conspiracy Bros -  Dabi’s fall from grace stops somewhere in the shady vigilante area instead of full on villainy.  And that’s partly because the conspiracy gene runs deep.  Circumstances, mainly shady internet threads, bring Dabi, Shoto, and Izuku together into a disaster trio sure to send Aizawa’s blood pressure into orbit on sight.

Little Trash Mouth - Homeless Vigilante Izuku that isn’t as quirkless as everyone’s been led to believe.  Only catch is his hidden quirk is the ability to eat basically anything, including garbage, without consequences.  It causes a surprising amount of chaos.

Bitch & Stitch - A young Izuku wanders into a craft shop and discovers that while he might not be popular with kids his own age he’s a hit with the 60-70+ age range.  UA and the world at large isn’t ready for an Izuku who has gone full grandma.

Heart In Hand - A/B/O. Todoroki Shouto is Endeavor’s perfect quirk child and his perfect alpha child.  Midoriya Izuku is now the 9th holder of OfA but at his core he’s an omega who was told he’d never amount to anything.  The clash at the Sports Festival leaves Shouto absolutely shamelessly smitten and Izuku slowly blossoming under his steadfast devotion. - Now Live On AO3

The Boyfriend Bluff - Desperate to escape the never ending questions about which of his colleagues he’s dating, #1 pro hero Deku invents a fake boyfriend.  Answering questions about his fake SO is much more appealing so he runs with it.  Meanwhile Hizashi, always on top of the latest hero gossip, connects more than one dot and is surprised and taken aback when he realizes the truth.  Why didn’t Shouta just tell him he’s been secretly dating Deku?

Operation Superior Purple - After facing off with Shinsou in the Sports Festival, Izuku decides that his obvious next course of action is to get Mineta expelled from 1-A and Shinsou brought in to occupy his spot.  After all, 1-A deserves to have the Superior Purple Boy.

Bouquets And Ink - Hizashi, out shopping for a new tattoo artist, stumbles across Plus Ultra Ink.  But it’s the owner and artist Izuku who really catches his eye because he’s absolutely perfect for Hizashi’s best friend Shouta, owner of local florist shop Cat’s Paw Flowers. Shouta doesn’t stand a chance when faced with this adorable and yet scorching hot single father.

The Sensei Trap - When #1 hero Dekiru takes a job at UA, class 1-A is quick to decide that their #1 new goal is to get him and Aizawa-sensei together.  Through any means necessary.  The chaos that unfolds is particularly amusing to Izuku who’s been married to Shouta for a number of years now already.

Suikawari My Heart - A slip of the tongue at a beach front charity event ends up with the #1 Can Do Hero Dekiru covered in watermelon and very publicly asking the Underground Hero Eraserhead out on a date. - Now Live On AO3

Patron Strawberry Of 1A - Bleach Crossover - UA, class 1A, and Aizawa specifically, aren’t prepared to deal with Kurosaki Ichigo, displaced former Substitute Shinigami, hybrid with broken genetics, possible actual demi-god, and Hagakure’s adopted big brother.

The Unicorn Heist - When Izuku realizes that the heroes are going to give Eri back to Overhaul he decides that’s something that he absolutely cannot allow.  Even if that means he has to essentially kidnap Eri and go on the run with Todoroki at his side and heroes and villains alike on their tails.  Luckily for the trio, and unluckily for everyone else, the rest of 1-A aren’t too far behind.

To Tame A Rabbit - The UA staff is unsettled to realize that Nezu is keeping something in the forest around UA.  Theories about Nezu’s new pet range from everything from demons to the American Mothman but no one knows for sure.  One thing is certain though, whatever this Izuku is, they more than likely don’t want to meet something that’s caught Nezu’s attention.

Shoot Your Shot - Normally walking up to someone and announcing that you’re not a serial killer isn’t the best way to get a date. Unless, of course, you’re Aizawa Shouta and you’ve finally been pressured into approaching the cute guy who hangs out at your favorite cat cafe.  Lucky for Aizawa, Midoriya Izuku, doesn’t really do normal and he recognizes the Underground Pro Heroe Eraserhead when he sees him.  Unluckily for Izuku the same can’t be said for Aizawa who wouldn’t recoginze the #1 Pro Hero Dekiru if he was staring him in the face. Literally.

9/10ths - It’s a well known fact that Aizawa Shouta has attachment issues to put it kindly.  But at least his friend group has never had to put up with even the thought of those issues taking on a romantic tint.  Until, that is, Shouta literally runs into Midoriya Izuku.  Now Shouta’s attempting the world’s fastest and most possessive speedrun relationship and everyone else is along for the ride, including Izuku who is surprisingly okay with it all. - Now Live On AO3

Emergency Contact - We take the classic Sex Pollen/Fuck-or-Die trope and throw in a touch of bureaucracy.  Having an Emergency Intimacy Contact (EIC) is standard heroic procedure these days.  Which of course most heroes don’t really take it seriously and instead use at least one spot on their EIC as a “fantasy pick”.  A decision that #1 Hero Dekiru might (or might not) end up regretting when he runs afoul of a villains quirk and his EIC list is activated.  Because no one was expecting Eraserhead, the demon-sensei of UA  and source of his entire friend group’s lingering high school nightmares, to be Dekiru’s #1 pick.  Least of all Aizawa himself. - Now Live On AO3

Capture Scarf Connection - Aizawa has a secret he’s kept pretty close to his chest.  His capture scarf is more than a simple support item.  It’s sentient.  It’s petty.  Its name is Ramen.  And only Nedzu and Hitoshi know any of these things.  That is, of course, until Ramen decides to run away and ends up taking up with #1 Hero Dekiru.  Izuku is just happy to have a new perverted cuddly companion.

The Jealous Kind - When Shirakumo Oboro seemingly returns from the dead Pro Hero Izuku sees his relationship with Aizawa Shouta take a sharp left turn.  Forgotten dates, missed dinners, and cold bedsheets eventually add up to an Izuku who finds himself lonely despite being in a relationship.  Will Shouta see what he’s doing before it’s too late and he loses the man he actually loves?

Take Two - Come to find out Team 7′s tendency to not stay dead goes a lot deeper than anyone could have ever thought.  And reincarnation really is a bitch. But Kakashi, now known as Aizawa Shouta, knows as soon as Midoriya Izuku lets one dattebayo slip during the entrance exam that his days of peace are over.  Featuring Sasuke as Todoroki Shouto and Sakura as Yaoyorozu Momo.

The Minor Fall The Major Lift - The day the Slime Villain attacked ends far differently when All Might succeeds in shoving Izuku off of his leg. Devastated, horrified, Yagi finds himself be crouched over Izuku’s broken body, crying and coughing up blood, begging this kid to not be dead. Promising him anything and everything if he’ll just ,,, stop being dead.  Which makes it all the more miraculous when Izuku does just that. He comes sputtering and shaking back to life. Only he’s traumatized, he can’t stand to look at All Might, his hero that killed him. Two days later, still haunted by what happened, Izuku activates One For All for the first time.

Double Cupped Up - Aizawa’s a sleep deprived detective who lives on the third floor of an apartment building. Izuku’s his brand new, mail stealing, coffee shop owning, down stairs neighbor.  Could it be anymore obvious?

The Toes Show - During the fight with Overhaul Izuku somehow manages to lose both his shoes and his socks.  Come to find out Izuku’s been working a side job for a while now and Overhaul is, apparently, one of his best customers. -Now Live On AO3

Bait - A bored Nedzu decides to put out an ad to, hopefully, find someone willing to work with him to take down discriminatory businesses/organizations/etc. He isn’t really expecting to get an answer.  But then he does. And, to his fascination, the person applying for the postion is none other than 10 year old Midoriya Izuku.

YEET - A young Izuku meets a freshly graduated Aizawa and the wheels of fate get abruptly thrown out the nearest window.  It’s surprising how much can be changed by Aizawa’s inborn YEET instinct and Izuku’s soul deep love of being the one who gets Yoted. 

Hot For Kouhai - During his first year of teaching, Aizawa meets the shining star of the infamous class 3-A Midoriya Izuku.  He may or may not develop a crush large enough to be seen from space.

Whisper Song - Instead of going off the rails and becoming a villain, Touya decides to major in being the family disappointment.  Which includes becoming a famous hentai and audio book VA, dressing like someone who rolled through a thrift store, and possibly even bagging Hawks himself.

Kyouya-nii - ~Katekyo Hitman Reborn Crossover~  Hibari runs across a child Izuku and decides that hey, that’s free real estate.  No one is going to be prepared for a Hibari Trained Sky like Izuku.  Especially not once he gets his hands on OFA.

Wayward Son - In some universes Izuku is born with the ability to see the supernatural and he discovers a beautiful and rich world filled with interesting creatures he can befriend.  In this universe things are a little more Salt-n-Burn.

☕️KO-FI☕️ / PATREON