#i am just charmed by blond mike <3

[mhaccunoval]

i was going to study all three guys but mike was the only one getting anywhere so i spent a while refining <3

[color experiments below the cut]

[winterlogysblog]

AM I RECORDING (DRABBLE) | FAIRY TAIL FANFIC

Title: Am I recording

Pairing: Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia

Summary: It all started with a subreddit post.

AO3 | FFNET

Based on the YouTuber / Streamer AU I posted.

Note: I'll write for the other couples as well.

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Lucy smiled as she watched a YouTube video and prepared her own set-up.

"We're back with Uno!!" He shouted.

It's Natsu Dragneel's video. He's playing a multi-player game with his friends which in Lucy's opinion is always his best content.

The latest video in a series where he plays with Gray, Gajeel, and Juvia.

"Are you guys ready?" He asked.

"Ready for hours of fuckery, you bet your sweet ass I am," Juvia replied.

Collective shocked gasps and Oh My Gods erupted.

"Jesus Christ." Natsu laughs. "Way to start the game Juvs."

"Don't mind her she's high on coffee," Gray added.

She can't help but giggle. Their interactions are just so funny, their chemistry with each other is absolutely brilliant, and they are enjoying themselves and having fun.

"Red cards would be very much appreciated you guys." Natsu chuckled as the cards in his hands were just a bunch of red number cards.

"Sure do bud." Gajeel chuckled as he played a +4 card and changed the color to red.

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!!" Natsu shouted as the rest laughed.

Lucy laughed along and decided to finish the video before she started filming her own. She has her own YouTube channel and she has a pretty decent amount of subscribers and views.

Her plan for today was to film a make-up transformation video, an Arcane-inspired look. Even if she is a make-up channel she loves different shows, movies and games and she draws inspiration from them and makes something of her own.

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Natsu looked at his computer for a while, deciding on what to do. He had a blast playing Uno with the others yesterday. He has 6 hours' worth of footage, he can definitely milk that in at least 3 videos. After a bit of contemplating, he has decided to plan an upcoming collab with Gray where they try to make carbonated anything since he just bought a soda maker which should arrive by tomorrow.

After, he decided to record a video where he scrolls through his subreddit. A classic. While reviewing the posts he stumbled upon a picture of a beautiful blonde girl.

"Lucky Lucy is a YouTuber who does these YouTuber inspired looks. She did one of Erza, Mira and Levy already and she recently posted this one of you." Natsu read the description.

"Oh that's really cool." Natsu said, and clicked the link and played the video.

"Hello, my shining stars welcome back to another one of my videos." She started.

"This is part 4 of my YouTuber-inspired look series. If you're new here and you don't know what that is, this is a series where I take my favorite YouTubers and turn their brand into a makeup look. And today we'll be doing Natsu D Slayer, he's my favorite YouTuber like ever, I'm a huge fan."

Natsu, despite knowing absolutely nothing about makeup, watched her intently.

"He is really funny and charming, and my favorite content of his is when he does collaborations with his friends. His chemistry with literally anyone is amazing." She said.

"Awww... that's so nice, and she's doing such a good job too. I know nothing about makeup and I can't judge her but I love the dragon. It looks like Mike Tyson's face tattoo but it's a dragon... and it has color." Natsu commented and laughs at his own stupid comparison.

"And this is the finished look." She smiled and did close-up shots of the details.

"It honestly looks amazing. Lucy, you look beautiful and I love the dragon." He smiled.

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Lucy literally jumped from her seat and screamed bloody murder when she saw Natsu's latest video.

"Dragon Makeup?!"

She looked through her notifications and realized that he left a like on her video.

The thumbnail is a close-up of the dragon she painted on her face when he made an inspired makeup look of him.

She didn't hesitate to play the video. The video is a regular Reddit meme video and by the time he watched her video, she almost cried at all the things that he said. The footage of her video was cut and the only thing that was kept was the beginning, the end, and the Mike Tyson tattoo comparison to the Dragon which she found hilarious. She finished watching the video and pressed the like button and commented on her gratitude towards what he said.

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It didn't take long for Natsu to find Lucy's channel intriguing. He followed her YouTuber-inspired look series based on pure curiosity and soon he finds her other content and is pretty impressed with what she could do with her brush.

He finds her really intriguing so he ended up reaching out to her and they slowly became friends.

One day, he contacted her.

"Hey, Lucy. I know my type of content isn't really in-lined with yours but I would love to collaborate with you. I'll be playing Uno with Erza and Gray next week and you're welcome to join us."

Lucy screamed in delight as she read the message. She immediately typed in her reply agreeing to the collab.

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Lucy has so much fun playing with them. She now understands why Natsu loves collaborating so much with them.

Once the video is posted. There's a huge wave of fans loving her interactions with the group which is a huge relief to her.

This might be just the beginning of a wonderful and amazing relationship.

[homeahoy]

Black Coffee & A Smile

Warnings: Kissing. M/M relationship

Chapter 3

Bill couldn’t wait to get to work the next morning and tell Eoin all about his date.  He felt like a school kid, one who couldn’t wait to tell his story to his best friend, not a man in his mid-twenties. However it would have to wait until they were closing for the day, so that they could sit down and talk about it. “So how did it go?” Eoin asked as he flipped the sign on the front door to closed. “It went well, really well,” Bill replied. Eoin could tell Bill was wanting to tell him more, so gently prompted him with “Anything else you want to tell me?” He already knew that something good must have happened as Bill was unlike himself.  He was normally a head down kind of guy who was pleasant and kind to everyone that came in but not super cheerful.  Today It was almost like he was buzzing with happiness. He was super friendly with everyone and sometimes mildly distracted by whatever it was he was thinking about. By this alone Eoin had known the date had gone well, even without having to ask but it was still polite to ask. 

Sitting themselves down at a table with some tea Bill began to tell him about his date. “It was nice, we talked and found out we have quite a few things in common, like our taste in music, we both like dogs and want one someday. He’s also really charming and sweet and still looks incredible when he’s not in those tight overalls he wears” Bill blushed as he said the last part. He didn’t mean for it to come out, it made it obvious that he had been having thoughts about Mike and those overalls. Eoin let out a little laugh when Bill had spoken about how good Mike looked out of his work clothes, it was clear the blonde was smitten. “I shouldn’t have said that but he did look good,” Bill added with a sheepish smile.  “Anway back to the date, it ended well . He drove me home and we kissed and agreed we should do it again” Bill said, taking a sip of tea when he finished. “Go back a bit, you kissed” Eoin grinned when he spoke and Bill knew he was going to be teased by the younger man. “Yes it was nothing major, just a nice little kiss before you start getting ideas Eoin”. “Yeah, yeah” said Eoin with a wave of his hand, “You still kissed so clearly he is into you. So have you made any plans yet to go on another date? Do you see this going anywhere?” Eoin asked. He was hopeful that Bill had found someone, someone who was deserving of him and would treat him with the care he so obviously needed. 

“Whoa slow down, It's only the next day, that and I haven’t checked my phone all day” Bill replied to Eoin, “Hopefully I will go somewhere, I know I barely know him but I really like him” He admitted.  Eoin tapped the table top with his finger and said “Hand over your phone I’ll check it and I promise not to go through the camera roll while I am at it”  Bill pulled out his phone from his pocket and slid it across the table to Eoin.  Picking up the phone, which for some reason did not have a passcode, Eoin brought the screen to life, and there it was that little icon telling him that Bill had three text messages and one missed call.  Checking each he rythmed them off “You have a missed call from your Mother and a text message inviting you to dinner with her. That just leaves two more” he clicked into the message and gave a devilish grin. “Both from Mike, one thanking you for joining him last night and wanting to see if you want to come over to watch a movie” Eoin raised a suggestive eyebrow at this, then coughed a little at the next message which he read out in full. “I promise not to do anything to make you blush again or maybe I will as it’s a good excuse to kiss you again since you know I think it’s too cute to resist,  Keen isn’t he? “ he added at the end.  Yeah it was clear that Mike was just as smitten as Bill was.  

Bill snatched the phone from Eoin’s hand to read the message himself to make sure he was just making fun of him. Nope he didn't make it up, it was there in black and white. Biting his lip he paused for a second before taping out a reply. Sorry I missed your text. It’s been busy today. Yeah, I'd love to come over and watch a movie. Can’t promise I won’t blush, depending on what we are watching or what stupid thing comes out of my mouth”  He just hoped he didn’t sound too eager, no that was a lie he didn’t care if he came across as keen. He was thinking that maybe they would meet up during the week, but as he thought about it, little dots appeared at the bottom of his screen letting him know Mike was typing a reply. Are you busy later? Do you want to come over tonight? I can send you my address.  If Bill was keen then what was Mike? Bill couldn’t help but panic a little and it showed clearly on his face.  Spotting this Eoin asked “What’s up?” “He wants me to go over tonight. I don’t know if that is a bit quick.” The panic was evident in his voice. Eoin reached out a soothing hand and rubbed Bill’s arm that was resting on the table gently.  “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to but if you do, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to either. Mike seems like he’s the sort of guy who will understand” Eoin soothed.  Nodding and swallowing hard Bill replied to the message. Sure tonight’s fine.

At Eight o’clock that night the two owners of for old times bake, found themselves in two very different places.  Eoin was snuggled up at home with Paddy while the latter read to him from one of his favourite books, but only after he had filled Paddy in about the whole Bill/Mike situation.  Paddy reassured Eoin that Mike was far too nice for his own good to put Bill in a situation that would make him uncomfortable. He was glad for the reassurance as he didn’t want to have to kill him, where would he hide the body after all?  Bill on the other hand was standing nervously on Mike’s doorstep with a bottle of wine in one hand and the other pressing the buzzer with Mike’s name on it.  

Bill was startled when the buzzer's intercom crackled to life, “Hi, who is it?” came Mike’s distorted into a tinny echo. “It’s Bill” With that there was the sound of a buzzer and the door unlocking and Mike’s voice saying “Second floor i’ll get you at the door”  Bill quickly climbs the stairs and is greeted with a casually dressed Mike standing in his doorway. He was glad he had chosen to dress down in what was his own usual attire of jeans, t-shirt and flannel combo.  It matched pretty much what Mike was wearing and to be fair you didn’t want to be uncomfortable while you watch a movie. The only difference was that Mike wasn’t wearing any shoes.  Smiling Mike said “Come on in” and stood aside to let Bill enter, reaching out to take the bottle of wine from Bill. Bill stopped just across the threshold and took off his shoes and placed them next to the shoe rack behind the door, while Mike asked “Want me to pour us a glass while you get settled? Living room’s straight ahead.”  Bill nodded and headed in the direction of the living room. Mike’s flat was pretty tidy, not really what he was expecting really.  The walls were pretty much all white with old maps and travel posters framed as art work.  In the living room there was a large bookshelf that seemed to exclusively hold travel books and photos of Mike’s adventures. 

As Bill is looking at a picture of Mike on a sunny beach somewhere, his arms slung around the standing next to him in the group shot, the man himself comes up behind Bill and places a gentle hand on the small of his back and asks “What are you looking at?” Bill points at the pictures “Oh that, gold coast when I was nineteen, anyway shall we sit down and pick a film?” He says as he turns back towards where the couch is and the bottle of wine and two filled glasses sit on the coffee table. They both head towards the couch and sit down, not close but close enough to touch if they want to. Mike turns on the t.v and selects an app and begins to scroll through the films on offer, every so often they pause and read the blurbs, finally settling on some old rom-com from the 90s.  They spend the whole film drinking wine and mocking the cheesiness of the film, while slowly getting closer and closer. Until Bill is snuggled into Mike's side, his head resting on his upper chest as Mike’s arm is draped around him. 

As the film ended Mike checked that Bill hadn’t fallen asleep. Seeing he was still awake he suggested “how about another film?” He knew it was getting late but he didn’t want to end the night quite yet.  He wasn’t expecting anything to happen but he was content sitting there cosied up. “Yeah” Said Bill looking up at him, he was also happy to stay like this for a while longer.  Clicking on the next film to pop up, they began watching. “Do you mind if we lay down, my butt’s falling asleep?” Mike asked, admitted. “Okay” Laying down next to each other they snuggled back up, Bill having to lay half draped over the other man so there was enough room for both of them.  They lay like that for a couple minutes, both wanting to make a move but not take it too far. Leaning up a little, Bill looked down at Mike, who gave him a questioning look before releasing what he wanted. He leaned up and brought a hand up to cup Bill’s face before kissing him. They spent the next twenty or so minutes of the  film kissing, before breaking apart and snuggling back down.  It wasn’t until the light cracked through the blinds that they both realised they had fallen asleep like that.

[organic-guacamole]

episode 209 spoilers below

I'm so late today but here it is

I love EJ, he's finally learning to be happy. I'm so proud.

Ms Jenn = every boomer during zoom calls, like jeez yes we can hear you stop shouting at me.

LOVE THE SUBTLE JOKE ABOUT QUARANTINE "these dark times" "you mean spring break?"

ah yes, remember when we thought covid was just gonna give us a longer spring break? good times

SEBLOS

damn the passive aggressiveness from Carlos and the absolutely over it tone from seb✋

CASWELL COUSINS!!!!! THEY'RE THE BEST!!!!

we needed more if this kind of goofiness for the first part of season 2 that only such an iconic duo can provide.

old old movies-

is it even that old, or is Nini being a gen alpha rn-

i choose to imagine EJ being scared of the movie and hiding in Ashlyn's shoulder while she keeps a straight face and then EJ pretending to be tough afterwards

aww redlyn are soulmates.... yknow, if gingers had souls

(please ignore me)

y'all saw how EJ's face *lit up* when Gina logged on? how dare you tell me he doesn't like her

ofc she's no damsel in distress, she's Gina porter, she's amazing.

so do we think she'd be the type to just glare at suspicious people? or bark at them

do they not know that Rini broke up? or is Ms Jenn just wanting Nini to suffer through her heartbreak to make her a better actress....

speaking of, why is Nini in the call? she's not in the show anymore. Unless she is, even after the rose and the song got cut, which would be so unfair to all those that auditioned properly before she even came back but whatever, she's the main character I get it 🙄

big red is a hero honestly, Nini better thank him for changing the subject like that

I can't-

i won't work you over the break-

this woman would 100% work her kids 24/7 if it was legal and idk how to feel about it.

YES GINA USE THAT CHARM

QUEEN

FRENCH QUEEN

SHE LEARNT FROM THE BEST (antoine obvi)

smh the airport lady, eavesdropping on Gina's call.

The way she was so happy to answer EJ's call, "eej"

I love them your honour.

EJ WITH PAINTED NAILS YES PLEASE

great now we need to see Gina, Ashlyn and EJ having a complete spa day and EJ getting really into it and Gina and Ashlyn take pictures of him when he's laying down in a robe with a mask and cucumbers on his eyes.

finally we get to see Gina's side of portwell

the way she considered it as flirting, this is the sign she asked for in episode 6 come onnnnn

no is Asher/jack really doing tiktok dances in an airport-

Ricky is me. I am burrito.

oh Lynne, sweetie, I'm sorry but the blonde hair is not it

is that even the same lady or-

THE BEAN

THE CHICAGO BEAN

THE BIG OLD METAL BEAN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY 😭

jetlag is my go to excuse for anything... I haven't travelled in 2 years.

"welcome to the Lynne and Mike gossip show. where we talk about our depressed son that we both neglect in certain ways! And now a word from our sponsor, Nord VPN..."

SO MANY CANDLES

WHAT DEMON IS LYNNE TRYING TO SUMMON IN HIS ROOM-

is Nina becoming social media obsessed EJ from season 1? AND SHE LIED ABOUT HAVING SONGS TOO PLEASE WHY ARW THEY RECYCLING THE SAME PLOT-

Gina smiling at the picture of her family on Instagram makes me so happy, idek why.

EJ's nails are so pretty, we needed to see it more (unless he had it on for the rest of the episode and I just.... didn't notice🧍🏽‍♀️)

oh not the tiktok kid✋

yes ma'am end this strange mans whole tiktok career

sir take a hint and leave

GINA NO DONT SAY YOUR LAST NAME HE COULD BE A HUMAN TRAFFICKER

Ricky, walking in style✨

weird kid, ok then Lynne, can't you see he's this close to the edge?

not all your fault baby Ricky, Nini sucks a bit more

RICKY YOU DIDN'T COME DOWN HARD ON THE SONG-

YOU ASKED WHAT IT WAS ABOUT AND SHE SHUT YOU DOWN-

PLEASE DO NOT BLAME YOURSELF

ok but the deleting comment thing was very bad

still don't know if I like Jack honestly

hmmm so Nini's calling herself Nini instead of Nina in her little egg seat, while trying to write a song without inspiration.... Nini, honey, Ricky was your muse, he inspired you to write all those songs, even if it wasn't good for the relationship.

that doesn't mean you gotta get back with him, or that you can't write a song that not about him butttt it'll take some time

the rainbow sticker in her box and her rainbow shirt-

anyways wbk she's not totally straight

Jack are you a criminal?

quick, Gina, check his ankle for a tracker

THE YES AND PRACTICE STRIKES AGAIN

the way Gina wasn't into it in episode 6 but she's used the technique twice now

stole her grandma's Pomeranian-

Jack where the hell did you pull that out from-

the fake crying killed me, that looks like so much fun though

anyone wanna raid a first class lounge with me?

wait so is jack not gonna go in with her?

wouldn't he go in too? help look for the credit card? SO CONFUSED

the first class lounge guy was so into the drama though, watch his face when they start arguing 😭

sorry to break this to you Kourtney, but you haven't even blocked the second act yet soooo...

take that as you will

I love how all of them are totally dissing the dance off

that's the most realistic part of this show tbh

shouldn't Nini have asked how she knew....since the start? why is the fact that her best friend has knowledge of a North high secret now dawning on her...

Howie is sweet honestly, at least he's trying to help. but I stand with Kourtney, don't take him back just because he sang an amazing song, and is giving you a heads up on what's gonna happen...

KOURTNEY IS ME TRYING TO LEAVE AN ONLINE CLASS

I hate school

ooo Nini's writing a song about bad internet connection 🤩🤩🤩

I never lie, except when I do-

son that is the creepiest thing you could say to a stranger that you've been "helping"

2 truths and a lie👀

he's an Ariana fan 100%

called it.

OLDER BROTHER-

WHAT-

free spirit? damn so brother porter was in that horse movie

so has she been kissed or not?????????

I feel like she's moved more than 15 times though so possibly

but then if she's moved so much, and before east high she never opened up to anyone, she's never been kissed then?? damn

same though Gina so let's be besties please

heartbreak president is a great song title idea, give Nini a call rn

but wait

is the no strings attached feeling thing about her telling Ricky she liked him? she thought she was moving away so she thought it'd be no strings attached???

guys I think I figured it out insert the "I've connected two dots" meme

THE DUKE SWEATSHIRT

IS THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND'S

OMG I LOVE I LOVE

NOT THAT I KNOW OF???

ma'am did you just kill me

yes you did

Lynne and Ricky have such a weird relationship

YES IT DID SUCK

TODD SUCKS

LYNNE SUCKS

yeah I get that you wanted Ricky to like Todd BUT THAT WASN'T THE TIME

right so we already know that Ricky was so desperate to keep Nini cuz he didn't want to be like his parents, and now Lynne's talking about this-

Richard needs a long hug

yes Lynne, it is your fault. thank you for finally admitting it.

YES DYE YOUR HAIR

BLOND HIGHLIGHTS RICKY WILL RISE AGAIN

"sometimes the best, last thing you can do for someone you love, is let them go."

gotta admit I teared up at that point

not me thinking big red was calling ms Jenn cupcake for a hot second-

Carlos please omg, you're at the "beach" and they're leaving for the pool?

also, why not just do the call from the hotel room please omg

"don't ask me"

"Carlos"

OMG WHAT HAPPENED

big red wants the tea

O M G

SEB IS JEALOUS

JEALOUS SEBBY IS MY FAVOURITE THING IDC

I'm surprised ms Jenn knew how to give Nini permission to screenshare tbh

So lily's been stalking the East high kids and spending time editing this video while she's supposedly in an immersion trip.... right

EJ and Ashlyn's picture is so chaotic, what even is happening there

"slacking off" bestie its spring break, obviously they're confident enough that they'll get it done in time so why not focus on your own musical.

jealous seb = sassy seb

please what if those guys Carlos is posing with are his cousins or something and that's why he's so confused about Seb

6 YEAR OLD EJ I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM

Nini saying she's obsessed with her ex, that's not weird at all 👍

I can just tell Matt had a blast harassing Julia with those puppets.

Jack please dont be like that, "yet"

chances are you'll never see eachother again 🥰

(honestly sometimes I really miss those friends I made on trips and stuff when we'd spend the day or week together, only to never see them again....those were the good days though)

Ashlyn and Nini should write more songs..... something better than this one at least

Nini: "im good"

cue the Tia Mowry (please I can't spell) crying gif

oh I forgot Ricky was in the show for a hot second

1. where did Gina get to film this without people being around

2. did she just... randomly change her clothes???

ok but the transition between Carlos and EJ

*chefs kiss*

now everyone shut up, EJ's singing

oh i think I'm pregnant

HIS MUSCLES

YES KOURTNEY

I love how big red and Kourtney went from being "the best friends™" to the couple in season 1, to kinda close themselves and having their own plots

sebby makes me so happy

props to biggies editing skills honestly

PORTWELL BEING SIDE TO SIDE I CANT

AND SEBLOS OMG

big red lives for the drama

"wow" so true Ricky

no he is not cute, stop it

"holding" ok that's kinda cute

yeah EJ's a lucky guy😌

jokes aside, it's not that hard to exchange numbers-

keep in touch if you want

ok I really like Jack now

if he comes back in season 3, maybe have him be LGBTQ+ ?

like the only out characters they have rn are Seb and Carlos and they're like the sterotypes, yk?

I'd love to see jack kinda break the mold

Ricky's breaking my heart

that song just hurts

the only thing

now I don't hate Lynne????????

HOW DARE THEY WRITE IN A PROPER REDEMPTION ARC FOR HER

UGH IM SUPPOSED TO HATE HER FOREVER

I mean I don't live her now but she's good

but honestly

"mom can I show you something"

IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL

THE PICTURE AND EVERYTHING OMG

I'm sobbing please help

Gina saying she's just waiting for the right guy and then EJ coming to the airport to pick her up late at night without her asking, offering to bring her back in the morning so she won't have to Uber, bringing her a granola bar (WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE FORGOT TO PACK) and without expecting anything in return???

ms ma'am you've got a keeper right there

her smile at the end was so heartwarming I really can't.

this episode was great.

it felt really short but I liked it, great character development for Ricky, Lynne and Gina.

Cant wait for next episode to see more of EJ being the ideal boyfriend /hj

[bluesylveon2]

My My, I Could Never Let You Go

Summary: Sasha Zoe just wants her dad to walk her down the aisle. There is only one problem: she doesn’t know who her dad is! Sasha invites 3 men in hopes of finding out which one is her father. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairings: Levi x Hange, Sasha x Niccolo, and other background relationships

Disclaimer: This is a Levihan Mamma Mia au. This fanfic is inspired by Mamma Mia which is directed by Phyllida Loyd, written by Catherine Johnson, and uses music from the pop group ABBA. Attack on Titan is a manga/anime series written by Hajime Isayama and published by Kondasha

A/N: Another chapter y'all! I was supposed to publish this yesterday with ch 10, but I needed to edit it. Also, there's a thunderstorm happening rn in my area so I’ll update this on AO3 later. Enjoy!

TW: mentions of a panic attack

Need to catch up? Catch up here! 

Chapter 11: Voulez-Vous pt. 2

Annie can not believe what she was seeing.

One minute, she was sneaking away to the bar despite the awkward interaction with Erwin earlier. The next minute, Hitch (no surprise) drags Annie to the courtyard. Now here she is, watching Niccolo's bachelor party looking at Sasha's bachelorette party like prey while said party screams their butt off.

She really needs a drink after this.

Annie watches as the girl's screams increases as the males swing down to the courtyard. She watches Mina and Hitch magically make their way to their respective partners based on their squeals and jumps of excitement.

She watches her friends pair up, unaware of the male landing behind her. She feels someone tap her shoulder and her instincts kicked in.

Annie immediately turns and kicks the male's side hard, causing him to fall to the ground. 

She moves in a defensive stance, ready to strike again when the male removes his mask—Annie gasps in shock.

"Armin?!"

"Hey, Annie," he replies weakly and groans with pain.

She leans forward to pick up her boyfriend off the ground. "I am so sorry, Armin! I did not know." she apologizes and blushes with embarrassment.

Armin laughs and waves her off. His face winces slightly. "Hey, it's ok, Annie. It's my fault for surprising you like that."

He extends an arm out for her to take. "You can pay me back by dancing with me."

Annie smiles, forgetting her initial plan to let loose and have fun. "Of course."

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Mikasa stares at the male in front of her. She is too focused on paying attention to her friends pairing up and beginning to dance around her. She knew who he was even before he took off the mask covering his emerald green eyes.

She runs into his open arms.

"Eren!" She says gleefully as she jumps into his hug.

Eren chuckles and spins her around, careful enough to not have Mikasa accidentally hit anyone nearby. 

"Mikasa!" He sets her down and looks down at her with admiration. 

"What are you doing here?" she asks with shock. First, Sasha's dads appear and now Niccolo's bachelor party! Today is just full of surprises.

Eren laughs at the look on Mikasa's face. He admires her surprised look and everything about her. Of course, Eren had a crush on Mikasa ever since they first met.

She is so cute

"Well, this was all Niccolo's idea. Everyone else joined in to prank the girls, but I wanted to see you again." He confesses bashfully and rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. 

Mikasa grins at Eren's bashfulness. 

He is so cute

"I'm glad to see you, too." 

This causes Eren to blush and look away from Mikasa's eyes. It was then when he realizes what he needs to do next. He extends his arm out to Mikasa and bows slightly. 

"Do you want to dance, my lady?" he grins boyishly and with a terrible British accent. 

Mikasa laughs and places one hand on top of his. "With pleasure."

Eren grins as he leads Mikasa to the dancefloor. 

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"Rico is not here at the moment. Sorry about that lover boy, you're stuck with me." Hanami glances around the dancefloor in search of Rico. She should have been out now, so Jean can dance with her. 

"Hey, it's ok." Jean smiles and takes off his mask. It's a good thing Hanami didn't freak out and recognized him immediately. It was probably from his facial hair.

(It was actually from their height difference)

"Let's dance for a bit, ok?" 

Hanami smiles. "Ok."

She starts by twirling first, followed by Jean. They both place one hand on the other's shoulders and the other on the other's waist. Both of them move their hips to the beat.

"You're not as stiff as before. You have improved." Jean compliments Hanami's dancing.

She chuckles and winks at him. "That's because I had a good teacher."

They continue dancing until Hanami notices Hange and her friends enter the scene. She excitedly grabs Jean's shoulders, causing the both of them to stop dancing. She points to where Rico was.

"Jean, look!. Rico is here! Now is your chance to go speak to her!" she says with excitement in her eyes and starts pushing him in Rico's direction. 

However, Jean did not share the same sentiment. He does not move and looks at her worryingly instead. 

"What about you?"

Hanami stops and frowns a bit. "What about me? I appreciate your worry but worry about yourself right now. Your plan is almost done, Jean!"

She searches his face to see if he was convinced. He is not.

She sighs. "Look, I got this under control. Go and have some fun with Rico." She places a hand on his shoulder reassuringly and looks into his golden-brown eyes. 

"I'll be fine. I already talked to Colt earlier, so I'll have a dance partner."

Jean sighs, finally giving in. "Ok. I trust you, Hanami." Hanami chuchles in relief.

"Thank you. Now go have some fun." Hanami grins, and Jean smiles as well.

He leaves Hanami to go search for Rico. It is part of the plan, after all. He only turns around once to find Hanami getting swept away Colt and back to the dancefloor. 

---

Rico watches everyone while Hange and Nanaba go their separate ways. She watches like a hawk watching its prey. She is searching for one man ever since the big revelation from Hange. 

Her eyes scan for Erwin since she last saw him in the crowd. Her eyes widen when she spots his disheveled blonde hair and the woman laughing next to him.

Does she know who she is sitting with?

Does she not recognize him?

Rico laughs to herself and crosses her arms across her chest. Of course, Marie does not notice who Erwin is. The Marie she knew back in university would go guy hunting with Rico, but it seems she grew out of it now. She does not keep up with the "Most Handsomest" magazines anymore.

She smiles at Erwin and Marie's interactions. She is happy for her, really. Although, Rico wants to talk to Erwin at least once during this trip. 

"Ahem."

Rico turns to the source to find the same male from earlier at the bar. Ah, it's Jean.

"Hey," he says nervously.

"Hey to you too," Rico smirks and uncrosses her arms.

Jean shuffles nervously in his spot, causing Rico to laugh. She places one hand on her hip.

"Are you inviting me to dance with you?" she points her nose to the courtyard where everyone is dancing.

Jean rubs the nape of his neck and nods his head. He then extends a hand out for Rico to take.

"Yeah, so do you want to?"

Rico smiles. She will let Jean entertain her for a bit.

"Of course." 

She takes Jean's hand and lets him lead her back to the dancefloor. The two get into position and begin moving to the beat.

"You're an excellent dancer, Jean," Rico compliments after he twirls her. 

Jean chuckles. "Learning and teaching dance can do a thing or two for someone."

Little did Jean know about the two pairs of eyes; briefly look at him in shock as he laughs with Rico. The two did not notice a third pair watching the other two with suspicion on her face. 

---

Nanaba excitedly leaves Hange's side in search of one man, Mike. She knows Rico would scold her for even looking for him. She just wanted to catch up with him. 

Yeah, catch up.

Mike is Nanaba's first love. It was more than love at first sight or the face that Mike owned a yacht. She fell for his personality, charm, and his quirks. He was the ideal man in Nanaba’s eyes. She never told him her feelings since her eyes were focused on Hange. She's not mad about that, though.

Luckily for her, it does not take her long to find him. He was heading in her direction (Hange is a few feet behind her).

"Mike!" she calls out and waves her arm to get his attention. It breaks Mike out of whatever he was in earlier to look at Nanaba. His eyes widen with recognition as he walks up to her. 

"Nanaba. I didn't expect to run into you." He chuckles. He notes how she still smells the same as before. 

Nanaba laughs and looks up at Mike. 

"I see you're still tall as always." Her eyes scan the rest of Mike's body. His clothes looked slightly wrinkled compared to when she saw him earlier.

"Did you get jumped while I was away?" she teases him and places her hands on her hips. She leans forward a bit to examine him. 

"More or less." Mike and Nanaba laugh.

Both of them turn to the crowd where everyone dances. Mike turns to Nanaba and notices how she watches the group with a longing look. He extends a hand out to her.

"Do you want to dance? Miss Best Selling Author?" he smirks, and Nanaba looks at him with shock. 

"I didn't know you knew about that," she blushes and places a hand on top of his waiting one. 

"Of course I know. You’re pretty famous and your books always sell out before I can get my hands on a copy." He and Nanaba get into position and begin dancing with everyone else.

"I'm proud of you." he quietly adds for only Nanaba to hear. Everyone else is too busy dancing to even listen to what Mike said.

Nanaba swears that moment was the moment where she could not stop blushing. She also prays that Mike could not hear her heart pounding in her chest.

---

"Sasha!" Everyone yells as Sasha faints from all the pressure. 

Hange pushes the nearest person away and runs towards her daughter. Luckily for her, Niccolo was fast enough to catch Sasha before she hurt herself. Hange sighs in relief, but she still had a frantic look on her face. 

"Everyone, make some space," she calls and turns to Niccolo.

"Niccolo, check to see if Sasha is breathing or look for a pulse."

She turns to Sasha's friend's nearby and points to the males first. 

"You, prepare Sasha's room and get a lot of water and some food for her. Niccolo, you go with them too."

Niccolo nods and sets Sasha down with Historia, who sat next to him. He follows the rest of the group back into the hotel.

She points to the females next. "You all can reposition Sasha and check on her breathing to make sure she is ok. You do know what to do, right?"

The girls nod in understanding.

"Good."

The girls run off to do their duties. Hange stands up and turns to the crowd, who was watching in silence. 

"The party is officially over. I want everyone to go back home and rest for the big day tomorrow." 

She turns to Rico and Nanaba, who is standing nearby. "Go escort everyone out of the hotel safely."

Rico and Nanaba nod along and head off to their respective station.

Hange turns to her ex-lovers with an angry face. The aura around her changed from tense to cold. She points to them, causing the men to flinch.

"I want to talk to you three. Alone," Hange says in a calm but chilling tone. The men shiver in fear.

She walks away from the trio and starts heading out to a private area. Hange stops and turns around when she notices that the men were not following her. 

"C'mon. I don't have all day." 

She gestures for them to move, and so they did. Mike gulps in fear. Levi sighs and guides Erwin along. He has experienced Hange's anger before, and Erwin is too drunk to make any comments. 

The group walks away from the crowd, unaware of the pair of eyes watching them worryingly.

---

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING" Hange yells, shocking Erwin and Mike. Hange had stopped walking once they were far away from the party. She let out her anger the moment she decided she walked far enough. 

"Could you three not tell that my daughter was stressed. I don't know your goal, but stop being selfish and open your eyes for once! She was fine before you three decided to show up!" 

Hange huffs from her yelling, and a moment of silence pass between all of them. The trio was too intimidated by Hange to say a word. She begins pacing around and running her fingers through her hair, making her hair even messier than before. 

Erwin, being a brave soul, decides to speak up first.

"Hange, We're sorry for-" 

Hange's head shoots up and glares at Erwin. Levi notices the stress and the tears threatening to fall down on her face. Levi steps in and grabs Erwin's shoulder before Hange decides to yell at them again.

"Erwin. I think it is time for us to take our leave."

Erwin and Mike look at Levi with astonishment. Why is Levi trying to stop them? Meanwhile, Hange taps her foot anxiously, waiting for Levi's response. 

"But Levi. We should at least apologize to her."

Levi nods in agreement. "I agree, but trust me. Hange is in distress right now, and we should not be selfish. Besides-"

He points to Moblit, standing off to the side watching the scene. Moblit flinches from Levi, noticing him, and he moves his stance to show that he is ready to intervene.

"Hange is in good hands."

Erwin moves his mouth to argue but stops after seeing the look in Levi's eyes. Levi looks down at the ground with sadness and defeat. Erwin understands what Levi was dealing with.

"Ok." he nods. "Let's go." 

Erwin and Mike begin heading back to the yacht, with Levi following a few feet behind. His head was down, and his bangs cover his eyes. Yet, Erwin and Mike make no move to ask. They both understood with one look. 

Moblit immediately jumps in and checks up on Hange, asking if she is ok or needs anything. Hange nods and begins heading back to the hotel.

Levi stops and turns to watch Hange's figure get smaller and smaller, his heart aching from sadness, guilt, and defeat.

---

Erwin, Mike, and Levi walk back to the yacht in silence. They were almost at the dock but stop when they hear the sound of footsteps running their way.

"Erwin! Stop!"

Erwin knew that voice from anywhere. "Marie?"

Levi and Mike stop and look at Erwin in shock. 

"You know her?" Mike asks.

Erwin nods, his shock never leaving his eyes. 

"We met at the party." He says. His eyes never leaving Marie's figure, getting closer to them every second.

Marie stops running once she is in front of the trio. She stops to catch her breath before speaking.

"I saw you all leaving with Hange. You don't have to tell me what happened, but I want you three to listen to me."

The three nod their heads, and Marie smiles. Suddenly, her happy demeanor changes to a stern one. 

"I don't know what you guys did to make Hange mad, but you guys better not think about leaving this island with your tails tucked between your legs."

She walks up to Erwin and looks at him deep in his blue eyes. 

"Apologize to Hange, separately." She jabs a finger on Erwin's chest

"If she ends up the same way as Sasha earlier-"

She brings her finger in front of one side of her neck and quickly moves it to the other side as if she is cutting something: the trio, especially Erwin, shivers in fear.

"I will not hesitate to make your trips end terribly. Do you understand?"

The trio nod in agreement, and Marie smiles. She stands up straight and sighs in relief.

"Anyways, I am parched from all of this running. Can I get some water before I head back to my hotel room?"

Mike and Levi look at her in shock. To them, Marie was like a rollercoaster. She started off sweet, then went to threatening them, and now she is back to being sweet. They look up at Erwin to see if they share the same opinion. Apparently, Erwin did not. He looks at Marie like she is Aphrodite herself.

Erwin clears his throat and gains back his composure. 

"Of course. We have some on the yacht. I can also walk you back to your hotel room after." Erwin smiles at Marie with his charm that impresses both Mike and Levi. Erwin extends a hand out for her to take.

"I can take you there now."

Marie looks at Erwin's hand and then back at Erwin. She smiles and nods in agreement.

"I would like that," she says as she grabs his hand. Erwin leads her back to the yacht, and Levi can swear she can see a pink cloud forming around their bodies.

Mike chuckles at the potential new couple walking away. Levi watches them leave while silently wishing it was him and Hange in their place. 

"Look at Erwin growing up. Earlier this morning, he was hesitant to take risks, and now look at him. He is now becoming more spontaneous every hour."

Mike grins like a proud dad and turns to Levi. He notices an imaginary storm cloud forming on the tip of Levi's head. An idea forms in his head, and he elbows Levi.

"How much do you want to bet that Erwin is getting laid tonight?"

Levi looks up at Mike with disgust. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Mike. Let's call it a night before I have to clean you as well."

Levi begins walking back, and Mike laughs instead. "You never answered my question, Levi. Do you want to put in 100? 500? 1000?"

Mike continues to list numbers while Levi continues his trek back to the yacht. The couple is now long gone to hear Mike's antics. In reality, Levi is ready to jump or push Mike into the sea. Either one works for him. At least it slightly suppressed his depression from earlier.

Yet, Levi can still hear Hange's words and see Sasha fall replay over and over in his head.

©: This is where I insert all rights reserved stuff. This story belongs to me. Do not modify or republish. Hanami is my OC and she belongs to me. 

I originally intended for Nanaba to stop the trio, but it would not make sense so I switched her for Marie.

I added the Annie part to give a realistic POV of what would happen if some guys randomly crashed a party.

The plot will move quicker next chapter! We will even get to see Pieck and Porco!

[vapid-slut]

Perfect Harmony; Ch.1

Warning[s]: Swearing, Michael being a dirty bitch

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: Entering her senior year as a cheerio, the reader is excited to combine both her love of music and her newfound popularity. To Michael, however, this is the perfect opportunity to fuck with his innocent neighbor

A/N: Can we say, I hate this, because I really do. I have no idea what has compelled me to post this dumpster, just know that if you read this, no u didn’t <3 + I did not proofread this so if theres any typos I’m so sorry, I’m running on 4 hrs of sleep and 5 cups of coffee

Music was your life. Your parents often joked that you were singing before you uttered your first word. Unfortunately, there were no music clubs during your past two years of high school. It was only last year that you and the glee club won nationals, hence why you were able to keep funding. School administration was never really fond of the arts, but they would bend over backward to give the sports clubs whatever they needed.

Your biggest dream was to get a scholarship, preferably for music, since you excelled at it. All your life, you watched your father slave away to keep you happy. You just wanted to repay his kindness. Abruptly, your dream, which entailed you winning a grammy, was disrupted by the ringing of your alarm clock. Your arm stretched over to your nightstand, turning the device off, bringing the sound to a halt.

Slowly, you removed the sheets off your body, standing up for a brief stretch before walking to your bathroom. You went about your morning routine much quicker than you typically would. Mostly due to your excitement, this year would be the first that you spent closer to the top of the social food chain. Over the summer, your dad became fast friends with Coach Sylvester. She had come over a few times. And although their relationship was strictly platonic, they both had grown fond of each other. A week before school, she offered you a spot on the cheerios, one you couldn't turn down. Cheerleaders were at the very top of the pyramid. Girls wanted to be them while boys wanted to be with them.

Once you had finished doing the bare necessities your morning required, you hastily made your way to your closet, immediately reaching for one of the three cheerleading uniforms hanging on the rack. You stripped out of your pajamas before slipping into the skimpy skirt, unaware that you had an admirer. Michael had moved next door a few months into your freshman year, was a rather charming boy. He quickly became a hot commodity, no doubt due to how impeccably handsome he was. You were never too fond of him, but even you had to admit that he was a divine sight.

It never truly bothered you that the window into your room was straight across from the one piercing into his. But if you could see the look of satisfaction on his face as he watched you undress, you'd feel very unnerved. The boy had always felt attracted to you. He saw you as a challenge. You were one of the few students in your grade who was still a virgin. Not due to your looks, you frankly didn't have the time to go to parties or hook up with people. Your focus was on your education. And if getting into a great school meant sacrificing your social life, you were content with that.

Once you had finished getting your uniform on and slicking your hair into a neat updo, you gathered your things into your bag and hurried downstairs for breakfast. "Mornin' kiddo!" Your dad said, greeting you with a smile. You muttered a cheerful 'hey' in response, walking towards one of the cabinets full of cereal boxes. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. My car had to get fixed up last night so, I'll have to take yours today." You shrugged as a reply, not caring. "So am I taking the bus today?" Your father shook his head, reaching for a spoon at the same time. "No. That nice boy next door offered to give you a ride today. Isn't that sweet?"

Fuck- you thought to yourself, of course, the universe found some way to screw up your day. You took a long sigh before shifting your eyes to the clock on the wall. "Shit! I'm sorry, dad. I'd love to eat breakfast, but the Glee meeting starts in 20 minutes." Your dad shrugged, not too bothered. "It's fine, go have fun and tell Michael I said hello." You nodded to your old man, and with that, you were up and out the door.

As soon as you stepped foot outside, there he was. Hair perfectly curled, toothpick dangling from his soft lips. You sighed, walking towards the blonde, waiting for him to get out of the way. "Wow, you become a cheerleader, and now you think you're hot shit?" He spat, you gave him a death glare before pushing him lightly to get inside the car. He followed suit, taking his place in the driver's seat. "As much as I find you annoying, your ass does look great in that skirt." You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the boy as he started driving. "Listen up, Pillsbury fuckboy. Though this might seem hard to understand, I don't like you. And I'd rather not spend my senior year arguing with someone as unbearable as you, so can you please leave me alone?!"

The blonde chuckled at your response. Your mouth said one thing while your thoughts said another. "Your wish is my command." He mumbled sarcastically before reaching to turn up the music on the radio to an obscene volume. The rest of the car ride was entirely uneventful, neither of you uttering a word to each other. Ultimately, you had reached the school parking lot. Not many cars were there since it was early, and only a few clubs were meeting today. Before Michael could do anything, you swiftly got out the car, making sure to slam it loudly. "Don't fucking slam the door!" He said, his voice reaching you even though you were still walking, in response you promptly flipped him off. "Fucking bitch." He uttered lowly as you slowly left his field of view.

-----

"Welcome back, New Directions!" Glee's coach, Mr.Shue, said as you embraced your friends. "As you know, this will be our last year together, and a few of our beloved friends have left for college already. Which means we'll be having auditions for some newcomers." As he spoke, he walked over to the whiteboard, grabbing his trusted magic marker. "But there's a twist." You and everyone else in the room watched as he wrote out the words American Idol. "This time, you'll be judging with me."

You would typically be seated next to Tina and Mercedes, but they were both absent for the meeting. Instead, you sat with Santana on your left and Quinn to your right. You had to admit that it felt nice. Usually, you wouldn't ponder on things so benign. But you had spent most of high school getting teased by Michael and the rest of his sought after friends. Not a day went by that slushies weren't thrown in your face, now you could finally walk the halls without fear of humiliation. 

Besides that, you were also really ecstatic to help Mr. Shue with auditions. Glee club was what had brought a group of entirely different people together. So you'd be more than glad to share that with a new ensemble of students before you all went your final ways.

-----

The rest of your day went by quicker than usual. There wasn't much to learn on the first day. Once the clock hit 3:30, You rushed to the auditorium as if your life depended on it. You had to admit that you missed the stage, singing, and dancing with your friends. You made your way the middle of the seating area, taking your place beside Artie.

A majority of the auditions were lackluster. Only a handful stood out. Like that girl Marley and that kid Jake. You were just about ready to leave and go home until something caught your attention. "Michael Langdon?" Your eyes lit up immediately as you heard the name. You watched as the blue-eyed boy made his way to the stage, smug look on his face.

There was no way in hell Michael fucking Langdon, the same boy who referred to glee as "homo explosion," would ever willingly audition. His rendition of "Suit and Tie" was incredible, which only pissed you off more. Not only was he insanely attractive, but he just had to be talented too, fucking men.

You watched as your fellow glee members watched in amusement. It was the girls who seemed most excited.  Eventually, it all became too much, and before the boy could finish entertaining your friends, you stormed off into the parking lot. Far too upset with the blonde to drive home with him, you sent your friend Mike a text asking if he could get you. He lived pretty close to the school, so you knew it would only take a few minutes.

-----

By the time Mike had pulled up to the building, the other glee kids were exiting. You quickly reached for the door of his car, rushing to get to the passenger seat. "You alright?" He asked, worried by how fidgety you were. You nodded. "Yea, I just wanna go home." Mike was always very comforting. The two of you became friends during your freshman year, mostly because of how many classes you shared. You both had a love for music and were smart, so it wasn't long before you two clicked.

Within a few minutes, you had arrived at your house, Mike flashing you a smile. "Thank you for coming to get me. It means a lot." The dark-haired boy shrugged. "It's no biggie, see you tomorrow, cheerio." You rolled your eyes sarcastically. "Whatever, jock-face." And with that, you entered your home.

The house was currently empty. He was taking the night shift at the hospital so, he probably wouldn't come back till late at night. You walked up the stairs to your room, dropping your bag on the floor. After everything that had gone down today, you were exhausted. You quickly took off the scanty cheer uniform and slipped on your much softer penguin pajamas.

You practically threw yourself on the bed, hoping to get some rest, but were promptly distracted by a notification on your phone. The text, from an unknown number nonetheless, read 'look outside your window.' You quickly sat up, confused, and turned your head only for your eyes to be met by Michael Langdon, who just happened to be balls deep inside some random brunette. 

You gave the boy a disgusted look before pulling down your blinds. Never in your life had you been more repulsed. Your mind tried long and hard to block out any memory of what you just witnessed. After around forty-five minutes, you received another text message from non-other than Michael.

'It's a shame you missed my performance."

'Go fuck yourself, Langdon.'

'If you say so ;)'

The rest of the night, you wondered what you had done to be the new subject of Mr. Pillsbury Fuckboys torment. You had spent most of your high school years avoiding him at cost. Suddenly it seemed like you weren't getting rid of him anytime soon. You were just lucky you only had to endure this for a few more months, and then you'd be on your way.

Or so you thought.

[westershiresauce]

Headcanon: Deus Ex Scuba Gear

Note: Spoilers for Bly Manor. 

So, here is my Bly Manor/Supergirl crossover crackfic headcanon where Kara is Dani and her ex Mike gets killed by a truck when he walks into traffic after Kara comes out to him and breaks off their relationship.

“Mike, I think I’m gay,” the blonde whispers, too ashamed to speak any louder. The man next to her tenses slightly before a look of relief washes over him.

“Oh thank God,” he says, and smiles at a confused Kara.

“What? You’re okay with this?” Mike shrugs and shoots the woman his frustratingly disarming grin. 

“I mean, am I glad I’m being dumped? No. Am I relieved that the reason is you aren’t into guys? Kind of.” Kara wrinkles her brows in confusion and he continues. 

“I mean, I know I’m hot.” Mike grins again and winks at the blonde who purses her lips at his peacocking, “I thought maybe you were just frigid or something.”

“Mike!” Kara looks around to make sure no one is listening. Mike laughs and she shoots him a glare. 

“Hey, you’re the one that decided to break my heart at the corner of a major intersection.” 

He winks at her and she advances on the man, trying to shut him up. He skips away from her, ignoring the fact that he is now in the crosswalk of the intersection. 

“Mike! Stop fooling around!” the blonde pleads but the man ignores her. 

“Hey, were you checking out chicks while we were together?” He waggles his eyebrows and Kara balls her fists at her sides. She refuses to take the bait. The man just laughs at her silence. “Dude, you totally did. What’s your type?” 

He goes quiet suddenly and his face lights up. Kara shakes her head. It is seldom a good thing when the man gets a light bulb moment. 

“Hey Kara,” his face gets lecherous and Kara readies herself for some horrifying comment, “Would you let me watch?” 

Kara’s face blooms red with embarrassment and anger. She steps closer to jab her finger against the man’s face and get her point across. However, Mike anticipates this and he takes another step back, grin still in place even as a truck barrels into his body. Kara stares in shock, midstep and with her finger still in the air as Mike is flung at least twenty feet down the street. The smell of burning rubber as the truck attempts to stop and the blaring sound of a horn being pressed much too late fill her senses. 

Kara: “No, Mike, not gay as in happy. Good lord, dude!”

Kara is at the hospital when Mike is pronounced dead. Rhea never really liked her so she leaves for her apartment, still shaken but confused about how she feels about what happened. On the one hand she feels responsible for what happened, but on the other hand, she almost feels relieved. Until, that is, she goes to wash her hands in the bathroom and sees Mike standing behind her. She screams and when she turns around, he is gone. It isn’t until a few days later that she hears someone walking around her apartment that she realizes what happened. She grabs her trusty bat and walks out, expecting some coke addict rifling through her bookshelves but instead sees Mike, pawing at her bookcase. He grunts in frustration when his hand goes through a book but cheers when he manages to knock one onto the floor. Kara drops the bat in shock and Mike turns around, grins wide and puts a hand up in a peace sign, just like when he was alive.

Mike: “I’m still here, bro!”

Turns out Mike is tethered to Kara and it is a horrible, cruel curse. He is both the best and worst wingman and Kara is still not convinced he doesn’t try to peek when she is getting dressed or showering but he also helps her learn to be more confident. All his shameless arrogance makes him a great cheerleader, at least once they talk about some ground rules.

1. No creeping on Kara in the bathroom or when she is changing. Mike scoffs at this and mutters about being able to creep on hotter ladies. 

2. No unsolicited advice or comments about women that Kara is not interested in pursuing a relationship with. This is added after a week of Mike making comments about women that had Kara blushing constantly, even at work.

3. No watching when Kara has a lady over. She wasn’t sure where Mike disappeared off to when she did manage to have a date come back to her place but he would always leave after shooting Kara another peace sign and telling her to “do the circle thing I showed you.”

It all hits the fan when Rhea gets wind of Kara dating women and she packs up and leaves. She does not want to deal with that fallout and she would rather get a fresh start somewhere else. Where is that where else? London, Bly Manor, American au pair, you know the rest.

Kara: “Yeah, I’m gonna take a one way and gtfo of here.”

Who are our players at Bly?

Our cook Owen Sharma is good old Jack Spheer because sometimes these things write themselves. And who is our beloved Hannah Grose? Why, Lucy Lane. Because she was too good and I always want to see more of her. Plus she can be a stern little spitfire with the kids and ghosties (The kids refer to her to as Major). She takes her fine self and daydreams about the moment that charming Jack came over to get the job as a cook, not dead, just as a useless hetero (is that a thing? It is now...) that can’t fathom for some reason that Jack is totally in love with her.

As for Rebecca Jessel and Peter Quint? Kelly Olsen (the only character with any brain cells half the time) and Andrea Rojas, our muy caliente Scotsman. Is that racist? No, but her horrendous accent might be a crime. This version has none of the controlling assholeroy of Peter and no secretly killing Rebecca. Just good old bad luck in a horror series. Andrea gets drunk and tries to dive into the lake to find the chest of loot she is convinced is down there so her and Kelly can run away to America. 

Andrea: “This is a file on all the reasons you should run away from this haunted ass creepy mansion and come with me to America. Also, there is a map I drew of the lake with an X where the loot most definitely is.”

Kelly: “This is just a picture of you in lingerie and a sheet of paper you colored blue with a big red X in the middle.” 

Kelly dies trying to save her when Andrea starts to get hypothermia and they both drown in the freezing lake. Because why bury your gays when you can drown them? Amiright? Who finds their bodies the next day? This leads to the following section: Next slide, please!

Who is standing in for Miles and Flora Wingrave? Why, Ruby and a tiny Nia, of course. Nia is a sweet baby angel and I want to meet her as a little sister, totally doted on by her big sister, Ruby. Nia sees Andrea and Kelly arguing like lesbians (so much hand waving and crying and angry whispering) on the far end of the lake while their blue popsicle bodies float around. Ruby and Lucy drag little Nia away from the scene.

Nia: “My giant scarf is perfectly splendid! Also, I am baby.” 

Things get really spicy when Kara shows up, ghost!Mike and all. He complains about not being able to haunt the “hot chick from apartment 314” any more, but he perks up at the thought of “British broads.” Kara had hoped he was tethered to National City or something, but it appears he is linked to her. Mike is ecstatic when he finds out Bly is full of ghosts. He is always off somewhere exploring the mansion and only pops in to tell Kara snippets of Bly’s history and its many inhabitants. 

Meanwhile, we get to the real star of this indulgent charade. Lena as the wonderfully fit Irish (let her have the accent!) gardener, Jaime. She is convinced Kara is a corn-fed straighty from America until Kara throws herself at her in the greenhouse because flowers turn on lesbians (see Imagine You and Me and Georgia O'Keeffe’s many works. This is sapphic lore, kids.) She opens up about Mike and Lena smooches her so she doesn’t have to listen to the hot blonde’s delusions. 

Lena: “What do you mean it is too bright? What book? This is a watering can for my gardening activities. So is my fashionable, appropriately sized hat.”

Kara: *OMG she is so hot and cool, what do I do?* “Hey, do you guys do the circle thing in the UK?” 

Meanwhile, things are getting interesting with Mike and the ghosts: Kelly and Andrea, newly minted Bly ghosts, explain that they are stuck on the grounds. Mike, who believes in having the freedom of “you do you,” vows to break the curse. He strikes a heroic pose that makes Andrea roll her eyes but Kelly agrees they need to find out more about the origins of the Bly Manor curse. 

Flashback episode in a horrid b/w tone because I want to show this is old, okay. It’s not like we could figure it out by the clothes. Or the set dressing. Or the fact that the one of the characters died of “the lung.”

Anyway, we have our sisters, Viola and the other one. Their names don’t really matter because they are going to be the brunette one and the blonde one, played by the queen of period series: Katie McGrath.   

Anger-y brunette Katie, getting her smacking hand ready. 

And blonde, sad (but also evil? plot twist!) Katie, lusting after her brother in law. 

And they fight over none other than Daddy Cullen, Maxwell Lorde, because look at that hair, look at all those buttons, look at that big hand! Who could resist? 

The child is baby Lena being twirled by Anger-y Katie pre-“the lung” because let’s just have this turn into a black hole that destroys itself. 

Baby Lena: “Swing me, mummy. Swing me with your good lungs!”

Anger-y Smack-You-Every-Time Katie: “I swung too close to the sky and now this is happening to me.”

So while Kara and Lena are christening all sorts of places at Bly (yes, even the master wing because, of course, the master wing), Mike, Andrea, and Kelly are incepting themselves into all sorts of memories and whatnot. Cue that montage!

404 ERROR. MONTAGE NOT FOUND. 

Whoops, looks like we blew our budget on that black and white filter. Sorry about that.

Once the ghost trio realizes the chest in the lake doesn’t in fact hold some dragon’s hoard of gold, but the key to ending this madness, Mike pops in on Lena and Kara to bring them up to speed. Kara screams at him about the third rule while Lena tries to accept the fact that her girlfriend (yes, they are girlfriends by now, keep up) has a ghost for a best friend. 

Kara makes Mike look away while her and Lena get dressed and after quite a bit of exposition, they decide to pull the chest up from the lake. Lucy and Jack have been off playing hide the croissant or whatever the straights do during their leisure time, but they quickly hop on the “break the Bly manor curse” train.  

There is a fun B (C?) plot where Ruby and Nia steal Jack’s car and drive into town. No one in town cares because they are rich and all the adults at Bly are busy romancing each other and assume the girls are being odd rich kids playing somewhere in the manor. 

The adults are planning how to get down to the chest without suffering Andrea and Kelly’s fate, when they find some scuba gear the kids bought on their last trip to town. It is wholly impractical but the adults shrug and accept the plot hole so they can hurry this along. 

They draw straws and Kara has to dive down and tie some chains around the sunken chest. Lena jumps in front of limited edition Scuba Gear Kara to stop her but the American has to America so she dives into the freezing lake after a swoon inducing “I’ll be right back” kiss. Like, gifable on tumblr, twitter, and whatever new platform there is a hundred years from now.  

Scuba Gear Kara: “Guys, I can’t see anything through this helmet. Guys?“

After a few tense moments where Anger-y Olden Time™ Katie tries to stop Kara, Mike, Andrea, and Kelly step in and use their ghost powers to keep her away from Kara. Jack uses his car to pull up the haunted chest and they pry it open with a crowbar and plenty of moxie. The screams of slap happy Katie of the past ring out around the heroes as the curse is broken. The ghosts cheer, everyone laughs nervously (they know the end is never the end in a horror story) and Kara shivers from the cold until she is next to the fire, dry and cuddled up with Lena.

As her final act of revenge, Anger-y Katie gives Kara the Lung(!) but thanks to the power of Science, our spunky American pulls through after properly completing the full course of treatment and antibiotics. This includes Lena taking sexy care of her girlfriend. *wink*

***** westershiresauce is not a medical professional and their thoughts regarding the health benefits/healing powers of a sexy nurse!Lena are not verified. Don’t take srsly. ***** 

Cut to, one more garden and I can retire, Lena, sitting next to an immaculate shrub, waiting for her wife Kara to bring out the tea and biscuits. 

THE END!

Lena: “I swear to all that is holy, if that tea is shite, I am leaving her. It’s been like thirty years!”  

[hrh-selene-r]

Celebrity/Character Crush Tag game!!

• tag; post below ten characters, musicians, or celebrities you are attracted to/love and have people assume your type.

Tagged by the Marvelous @ellelaconiwrites 😘 love ya hun!! And yes Michelle Yeoh is AMAZING. Be warned, this list comes in no particular order...so please don’t make me choose

1. Tom Hiddleston (he’s fun, cultured, smart, talented, has a great sense of humor and is good looking; not to mention that he has a boyish charm. If you think he’s a goody goody, you haven’t seen him nasty😏....plus he has a dog named Bobby 🐶)

2. Adam Driver (OF COURSE he’s on my list...I’m not an idiot.. What can I say, he’s a tall and handsome/cute drink of water, he’s also funny and goofy, but thoughtful, talented, hard working, and smart. Not to mention that he has a doggie named Moose 🐕. Of course I Stan! )

3. Cody Fern (While I’m not usually a fan of blonde men, Cody is hmm. This beautiful Aussi falls under my list of men that play with gender. There’s nothing sexier than a man that’s confident enough to play with gender. 🤤 AND!! He’s a great dresser and when he wears make up, ufff. He can be sweet, snarky and Daddy all in one. Plus he’s never boring and is talented, thoughtful.)

4. Adam Sackler & Phillip Altman (They’re both mischievous little boys trapped in men’s bodies. They’re both endearing and obnoxious, but very sweet and emotional. I also like that Adam likes to the role of a caregiver, he likes to feel needed and responsable for someone, and that makes him a good potential to be a father.)

5. Alexander Vlahos (Actor, writer, director, and cat lover. He does it all. Alex is super funny, goofy, smart, witty, handsome and beautiful. He looks good in drag or just hanging out. We have to Stan.)

6. Alexander Ludwig (He’s a gorgeous Canadian Maple, and I can’t help but make heart eyes at him.)

7. Clyde Logan (They grow them big at West Virginia! I just wanna lie on the couch with him and read a book or cook dinner. Like with Paterson -another military vet- Clyde makes you appreciate the simple life.)

8. Toby Regbo (Actor, activist and amateur drag queen. We Stan Stella Lagoon, but I like Toby more ;). He’s so intelligent and thoughtful, he reads a lot of philosophy books and also donates his time doing charity. Plus those eyes are entrancing and I just wanna have a laugh with him while staring at them all night.)

9. Dr. Mikhail Varshavski, D.O., AKA Dr. Mike. (He has to be on this list. He’s a Russian doctor, he’s handsome AF, funny, goofy and is a doggy daddy to Roxy and Bear. He also has a YouTube channel and honestly his best moments are when he’s not perfect.)

10. Jake Gyllenhaal (this is a long time coming. I don’t know if it’s his face, his eyes, his smile or his laugh, but 😍.)

Honorable mentions

Toby Grisoni (He’s a bit of a cynical asshole, but he’s a sexy AF cynical asshole. He needs someone to whip him into shape and show him a bit of humility)

Alexander Dreymon (I have no words for this beautiful German man.)

Paul Rudd (he’s been a crush of mine since the 90’s and I still adore him)

Chris Evans (That’s America’s ass ;)

Jared Leto (He’s a bit of a fuckboi but he’s an immortal one. Plus he’s fun and really smart. He contemplates things a lot and is a nature lover, he has fun with his appearance and is very creative. Plus he’s hung...I mean, there’s a reason they call it Satan...plus he’s into some sado masochist stuff. I’d try it.)

Darren Criss (I cant put my finger on it.)

Michael Langdon (He’s the son of Satan and he’s kinda sexy. He’s not always sure, and he had some help along the way, but when he finally came into his own...daaaamn.)

Nico Tortorella (I just a sucker for them. Nico is just 🤤 but they’re fun and has an adventurous soul. I am so team Josh in younger. To be clear they’re non binary.

Kylo Ren ( Complex character...need I say more. Kylo is a scholar of the force turned commander, turned Supreme Leader. He’s not evil, but also not all good -like any real person. I didn’t see enough of him to get a good grip of his personality, but that’s where we can fill the blanks -cause I can guarantee it’ll be better than whatever Disney would’ve come up with.)

Zuko (Bad guy turned good in the best way possible. Story/character wise: he’s what Kylo isn’t; a well redeemed antagonist. He fails, gets frustrated, tries to be funny but tends to be moody and humorless. But he has a soft cookie dough core underneath it all.)

James ‘Pale’ from Burn This (Jersey boy be Jersey. He’s tall, a hard worker an artist and has a motormouth. Yeah he’s obnoxious, is traumatized by his brothers death and has a cocaine habit, not to mention that he’s in a failed marriage and has issues expressing emotion, but god damn it if you can’t see the emotional vulnerability underneath.

Charlie Barber (I low key love his controlling energy. He’s probably a sub, if I’m honest. But he needs an assertive woman, the man is a controlling narcissist, so his partner can’t take his shit, has to bring him down a peg once in a while and support him, but also demand that he support them.

Sam Geggie: (Sam is a total creative power house as Gigi Goode. They’re funny and witty. I’ll be bad for them if they want. 😏. ❤️ In case you’re wondering Sam is gender fluid.)

L (So he’s basically a law breaking Sherlock Holmes. He’s actually a very engaging and intriguing character. And to be real, there’s an ego thing to being recognized by someone with his intelligence and influence.)

Bill Skarsgard (He’s beautiful.)

Sung Kang (He’s just gorgeous, and his attitude kills me.)

John Hamm (He’s masculine and traditionally handsome...plus he’s hung.)

Alexander Skarsgard (He can be my Viking any day)

Vegeta (yes I’m a dragonball fan. He is arguably the most complex character in the franchise. He is a present father and a supportive and loyal-to-fault husband. Sure he had some growing pains, but I Stan.)

Andreja Pejić (I had a crush before she came out as trans and I still have a crush on her)

Gustav Skarsgard (I cant even. There’s something there.)

Clark Gable (I don’t need to say anything, he’s just so suave and debonair.)

Kento Yamazaki (I mean c’mon. He’s cute)

Did I cheat? Maybe.. ;) Do I have a type? I don’t know, if you thinks so then leave a comment to let me know.

Tagging some friends!! @kowalskibro-adamdriverblog @ktellmeastory @adumbdryer @callmehopeless @direnightshade @commanderbensolo @tsarinastorm @jyn-z-solo @ohiobluetip @oh-adam @thomasscresswell @mind-p0llution @klauscarolove

[twit-moonstar]

i fall to pieces: chapter one - roger taylor x fem!reader

N/A: Hey! This is just the first chapter of this little mini series I’ll do. I was intending on doing a big ass one shot but I can’t force myself to finish it so I decided to post what I have and see if there’s actually any interest on reading this. It’s a 80s Roger x Stripper!Reader, in case the little banner didn’t gave it away. Let me know your opinion and reblog the fic if you liked it <3

N/A2: I edited this myself, so pardon me if there’s any grammar mistake or incoherence! (Doesn’t excuse me but) English it’s not my first languaje.

Summary:  When Y/N, a dancer at the Blue Velvet stripclub mets rockstar Roger Taylor, she’s torn between mistrust and flirting shamelessly but little by little they find a way to each other’s heart.

Warnings: There’s no smut in this bc i’m not up for it but there will be a few references to sex.

Words: roughly 3K

“Bring you ass here, Laura!” exclaimed Coco and you rejected the various shots that Laura offered you before she walked to Coco with a simple gesture of your hand. Applying the deep wine lipstick carefully, you smile in different ways in the mirror to try to get into this persona you had created for the club.

Working on the club night after night was taking its toll over you, and you were in desperate need of a vacation but you wouldn’t dare to ask Mike about it. Your rent was due in a week and you still needed a few pounds to get the amount of money you needed.

Maybe I should go on that date with that guy, Tate, you think. You already know him and how his crushes tended to go for the girl he had put his eye on—The fortunate chosen one would end up with a new shiny pair of brand shoes and a gold bracelet or a diamond necklace, all of that without even sleeping with him. Of course, those who did sleep with him could get a whole lot more but that wasn’t something that you were thrilled for— and he was certainly interested in you.

You walk out of the dressing room. The club wasn’t yet at its fullest, as it was fairly early yet. The lights, however, were starting to get lowered and soon the place would be bathed in blue and red.

“Busy night, Karma?” asks the new barmaid, Matt, you think. He’s been trying to get into your pants ever since he started to work, but you never pay him any attention.

“Not yet, Matthew,” you reply, passing by without looking at him and walking straight to a group of three men drinking beer and watching to one in particular.

They seem delighted with your presence as if you had chosen them for some special reason. By the end of two songs, you’re fifty pounds richer. It’s not the most you can get, but you’re tired and at this point of the week you don’t even care.

You walk to the bar and observe the club. It wasn’t the fanciest place, but it felt cheery enough for you after all this time. Sometimes it scared you how comfortable you felt there but you had to remember why you had started to work in a place like this.

A group of men enters, laughing at some joke probably, and they stumble to one of the black velvet sofas. As a dancer of the well-known Blue Velvet strip club—or as the owner preferred to call it ‘gentleman’s club’—, it wasn’t uncommon to see band members around. The almost-naked girls were beautiful and the alcohol was the good kind if you had the money, who wouldn’t be attracted to come? So when you recognise at least two of them as Roger Taylor and John Deacon, you’re not surprised.

You walk to the pole that’s right in front of them and start dancing, without looking at them at first, just to catch their attention. Bet they’re good money, you through, lucky me.

Much to your surprise, Roger requests for a private dance, just for him. That flattered you; you wouldn’t deny it. Rockstars usually picked someone else—like Ginger, with her long legs and big ass, or Coco, who had straight blonde hair and nice tits.

Of course, you had your charms, but usually, you would give private dances for rich and boring businessmen in suits. Never someone as exciting as Queen’s drummer.

With his blonde hair, mischievous blue eyes, and delicate yet strong features, he was, by far, the most attractive man you had ever met.

Despite your nervousness, you flashed him a flirty smile that he returned as you led him to a private room. He sits down on the black leather couch while you pour him a glass of whiskey.

“You don’t drink?” He says, taking a gulp and licking his lips afterward. You shake your head no with a little smile.

“I don’t drink while working, Mr. Taylor.”

He asked you then to not call him mister, to which you replied with a smile and an amused ‘yes, sir.’

“What’s your name?”

“Karma,” you replied simply, walking to the little selection of vinyl you had to play. “Do you like Pink Floyd? Or maybe Led Zeppelin?”

You know there’s a lot of magazines that gather trivial information like what’s his favourite band, or book, and even actress, but you never bother to buy them. You’re not greatly interested in keeping up with the life of any rockstar, to be honest. You’re quite busy trying to keep up with your own life.

He cocks his head slightly to the side, thinking for a moment before ignoring your question. “Why did you pick it?”

You weren’t bothered by his curiosity, although not many had asked you about it. 

You had earned your nickname in your first week when you slapped a guy when he tried to undress you himself. Whereas some of the girls believed you would be instantly fired, the owner warned you against taking the matter into your own hands next time and let it slide, saying you had to call security next time—unless it was urgent.

To the exception of a few regular clients, who had already heard the story, men usually came to ogle over your body and not to learn anything about you.

“Because I’ll punch anyone who has it coming,” you reply.

“When is that?”

“When someone tries to piss me off trying to get way too handsy when I don’t allow it,” you say with a light and joyous tone. Oh, how you would be happy to throw a punch or two to some idiots that believed that could touch with no consequences because you were wearing little clothes. You had gained pretty much all of your patience just working here.

He took the glass to his mouth again to cover a nascent smile, but you notice the corner of his lips curving upwards. 

It made you smile as well.

Despite the more than a generous tip that Roger gave you, you didn’t think he would come back and were pleasantly surprised to see him again two weeks later.

There was a certain lustful glow on his deep blue eyes, and you would lie if you said that the prospect of having his hands all over you didn’t send a jolt of desire straight to your core.

So you decided to end your dance by sitting on his lap, giving him a proper view of your almost naked tits, and taking his hands to slide them to your ass. 

A little flirting never hurt anyone, you think.

He grinned at you. “You’re not gonna hit me, right, love?”

“Of course not, sir.”

He squeezed your ass and you grinded against him trying your best to follow the rhythm of the music.

“When does your shift end?”

You almost stop on your tracks at the question but you laugh softly instead.

“We only provide dancing services, sir. Don’t let your hands on my ass confuse you,” you replied teasingly, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. He doesn’t seem offended by the insinuation on your word’s choice but instead amused.

“I was planning on wine and dine you.”

This time you do stop moving and look at him, slowly getting out of his lap and standing in front of him. The music keeps playing, but you don’t move at all as you watch him carefully, searching for any hint of…

What were you looking exactly? Something in his eyes that gave away his true intentions, probably, since you always guided yourself by your mistrust when it came to people, especially men who were older than you.

“You did, huh?”

He’s obviously only interested in seeing what’s down the skimpy lingerie, right?

But he seems sincere, so you smile. “Fine.”

“Can I get your real name now, love? I think I deserve to know with whom I am having dinner,” he asked, and you rolled your eyes, but smiled, nonetheless.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” The way he said your name, like savouring every syllable in his tongue, made your heart give a little jump on your chest. “Nice.”

Despite Roger’s best efforts to impress you and convince you to stay a night at his place, it takes two dates more before you finally agree to do so.

It’s not that you aren’t impressed you have enjoyed very much the expensive wine and fancy restaurants, but you truly enjoy his company and there’s this feeling that if you sleep with him once you will never see him again.

Not that you can see getting involved in a romantic relationship with him, but if you can just spend time with Roger, then you would take the most advantage out of it you could. 

“Sit down, put yourself comfortable,” he says, walking into what you assume it’s the kitchen and you nod.

You observe the spacious place. The walls are painted with a warm cream colour, which doesn’t exactly match the wooden furniture, like the shelving on the corner. You’re surprised to see the great number of books and before you realise you’re standing in front of the shelving, caressing delicately a book spine.

You take one out and look at the cover. On the road by Jack Kerouac. 

“That’s one of my favourites,” Roger’s voice says on your ear and you jump a little on your spot, which makes him smile. “Have you read it?”

“No. I was about to buy it once, but I choose another,” you say, opening a random page and reading whatever it catches your attention.

«"I love love," she said, closing her eyes, and I promised her beautiful love.”»  You smiled. Would it be just a coincidence that you had read exactly that paragraph?

“What’s so funny?” he asks and you read it out loud for him. Roger looks into the nothing, his blue gaze deep in thought. 

“That’s a good chapter,” he says simply and you nod, without knowing what to say. 

Had been reading something like that a too-bold of a movement? You didn’t expect anything from him, you couldn’t have the luxury to fantasize about him. A few dates can’t mean anything, do they?There’s a strange shift in the air, and you hate it. Ten minutes ago you were laughing and whispering silly things on the corridor while trying to open the flat’s door.

“Do you have something to drink?” you say softly.

“You can keep the book if you want,” Roger said and you looked at the book on your hands. It’s in good condition, which means it’s either new or he hasn’t read it that many times, but he said it’s his favourite and you feel a little bad thinking about taking it.

 “Oh, no, that’s fine. I couldn’t,” you say, shaking your head and leaving the book on its place.

“If you don’t want to keep it, you can borrow it.”

“I’ll think about it. Now, what about that drink, uh?”

“Yeah, yeah. You like white wine?”

“Actually, do you have something without alcohol?” you ask, sheepishly, and he nods. 

“Of course. You like Cola?”

You both sit down on the couch, facing each other, and drinking.“Y’know, we have been in three dates but I don’t think I know much about you,” he says and you bit your lower lip softly, which only brings his attention to your lips. He’s making conversation before fucking or is interested in knowing you? Men usually weren’t interested in hearing whatever you had to say, it was the sad truth and you had already gotten used to it. 

“Nothing worth of telling you, to be honest,” you shrug, taking a sip of your drink. 

“That’s a load of crap, and I don’t buy it,” he replies and you smile, before leaving the glass on the little coffee table. Getting closer to him, you finally connected your lips to his. It tastes of wine and the cigarette that he had been smoking earlier while driving.

“Let’s go to your bedroom,” you whisper before deepening the kiss. He pulls apart, getting up and taking your hand to lead the way. Chit chat can come later if he still wants to be around after fucking. 

You’re the first to wake up the next morning so you try to be as quiet as possible as you roll out of bed and go to the toilet to refresh yourself a little. You wash your face, trying to get rid of the eyeshadow under your eye as much as possible, and after you’re satisfied you tie your hair on a loose ponytail. 

You’re already dressed, so all you need to do is get your bag and coat, write him a note or say goodbye if he’s awake and leaves. You open the toilet door and go to the living. Just as you’re putting on your coat, Roger gets out of the kitchen with a water bottle on his hand and smiles at you like he’s thinking gotcha.

“Stay for breakfast?”

“I got things to do,” you lie quickly. Roger raises an eyebrow, probably questioning your answer. 

You’re one to value honesty but right now, you can’t bring yourself to spend more time with him. He’ll start to ask questions and that’s the last thing you want, as much as you like his company.

“Really? I’m starting to think you’re just using me for sex,” he says, with mocking hurt and you try not to smile. 

“That’s a low blow,” you accuse.“What you got?”

“Coffee, toast and pop tarts,” he recites with closed eyes like he’s mentally looking through his cupboard. 

You think he probably doesn’t have a lot of food right now since it’s the last days of the months. You wondered if someone did shopping for him and when was the last time he did? Did he ever do that? Was he able to do it now, being famous and all? 

“What flavour?” 

“Strawberry?”

“I want two,” you demand. Roger just nods with a smile. 

You walk inside the kitchen and sit on a stool by the breakfast bar and observe Roger preparing breakfast. He’s wearing a white shirt and black sweatpants; his hair is dishevelled but it gives him certain charm.

“You slept well?” Roger asks, placing your coffee in front of you. 

“Yeah, I think I can confidently say your bed is the most comfortable I’ve slept in.”

“You’re welcomed in again whenever you please,” he winks, taking a sip of his tea.

“Shut up,” you reply, taking a bit of your pop tart but you’re smiling.

“I’m serious, though, I’d love to repeat that. Dinner included, of course.”

“We’ll see,” you just say.

A long beat happens before you speak again. “Why are you so interested in me?”

“Why shouldn’t I?” he says, sipping on his cup.

You sigh. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t, I’m just saying it’s strange.”

He raises an eyebrow, and his blue eyes are inquisitive, looking at your face like he could find on your eyes the answer to your constant changes between being apprehensive and flirting shamelessly. “Why?”

“Because I- I thought men like you wouldn’t be interested in someone like me?”

“Someone like you?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I think I can be interesting and, maybe, a good company but you could be with anyone you want,” you state like it’s obvious like it’s the kind of thing every man with a highly successful career thinks.

“And I want to spend my time with you, guess it’s because you’re good company,” he states, matter of factly but your expression must give away that you’re not so convinced so he takes one of your hands and interlocks your fingers.

“Look, I like you and as long as you’re willing to entertain my interest on you, I’m gonna keep asking you out.”He looks at your hands for a second before looking up to see you smiling down at him.

“Fine. I like you too, you know?”

“I know,” he replies with a cheeky smile.

“But I gotta go,” you say and he lets go of your hand. 

“Can I pass to the toilet?“

“Go ahead, you know where it is.”

After you’re done, you get out of the toilet to put your coat on and get your purse. However, you’re not exactly sure of how to say goodbye, so you stand awkwardly in front of him, close by the door.

“C’mere,” he chuckles, softly pushing you flush against him and cradling your face to kiss your lips with delicately.

“See ya soon, love.” He opens the door and you step outside on the corridor.

“Goodbye, Rog. Thanks for yesterday, I enjoyed it very much,” you smile.

He grins. “Well, of course ya did.”

“Don’t get too cocky now, Taylor, you lean towards him, your mouth close to his ear. “It wasn’t me begging last night, after all,” you whisper and kiss his cheek quickly, like fearing being seen, and start walking to the elevator.

He watches you with a smile until the elevator door closes.

[aion-rsa]

Cobra Kai: How the Show’s Martial Arts Level Up in Season 3

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This article contains Cobra Kai season 3 spoilers.

Despite its iconic standing within the martial arts genre, the martial arts in The Karate Kid have never been outstanding. Sure, the crane kick is a classic, but from a technical standpoint, it’s not that impressive. Ralph Macchio had no martial arts training prior to undertaking the role of Daniel. In many ways, that’s part of the charm. Whether you know martial arts or not, Daniel’s wax on, wax off awkwardness makes Macchio’s portrayal more genuine. 

Throughout the film franchise, it was Daniel’s adversaries who were the martial artists. William Zabka (Johnny Lawrence) had a background in wrestling prior to the first film and continued to train in Tang Soo Do under Master Pat E. Johnson after it wrapped (Johnson played the referee and trained the actors for the film.) Martin Kove (John Kreese) studied Gosoku-ryu Karate under the founder of that style, Grandmaster Takayuki Kubota. The villains in the sequels all had previous training too. Yuji Okumoto (Chozen Toguchi) began Chito-ryu Karate when he was thirteen and was a brown belt by the time he appeared in The Karate Kid Part II. In The Karate Kid Part III, Thomas Ian Griffith (Terry Silver) practiced Taekwondo since childhood and holds a black belt in Kenpo Karate. Stage combat is one of his specialties. And Sean Kanen (Mike Barnes), like Okumoto, studied Karate since he was thirteen, only his style was Shotokan. He also worked professionally as a bar bouncer. 

Because Macchio was a much weaker martial artist than his adversaries both in the story and reality, it was challenging for the stunt choreographers. It limits the vocabulary of where the fights could go. Without a strong martial artist in the lead role, the fight choreographers had to create work arounds, like the crane kick. But again, that was part of the charm of Daniel. No one could play Daniel LaRusso like Ralph Macchio. 

Cobra Kai faces a similar situation because like Macchio, few of the lead actors had previous martial arts training. For more authenticity, newcomers to the cast were not only tasked to learn Karate, they had to do some of their own stunts. With that in mind, Den of Geek spoke with Macchio and more about season 3’s ambitious combat, and the training and editing that goes into major fight scenes. 

No Mercy

Cobra Kai suffers from the same constraint as the original films had with Daniel. All the high school kids are amateurs. We bear witness to their inductions into Karate, and their meteoric rise in skills (Just like The Karate Kid, Cobra Kai takes major liberties on how quickly someone can progress in the martial arts, but so do most stories in the genre). They’re teenagers, not ninjas or Shaolin monks. The fight scenes cannot pivot on extreme Jackie Chan moves. To remain genuine to the story, the next generation must retain some of Daniel’s awkwardness. 

However, stunt coordinators Jahnel Curfman and Hiro Koda did excellent work in keeping it real. In the premiere episode, Johnny’s first fight showed that Zabka had kept up on his Tang Soo Do and could still throw a decent kick. It served the story perfectly, showing Johnny as slightly out of shape, but still formidable. As seasons 1 and 2 progressed, the fight choreography complemented its story arcs appropriately, but Cobra Kai wasn’t a show just to watch for its fight scenes. 

This changed with the season 2 finale “No Mercy.” Curfman and Koda composed a thrilling high school brawl with a solid long take shot – a “one-er” where there are no cuts in the action. It was a thrilling fight, full of complex cinematography and enough close-ups that we could see that many of the actors did their own stunts. 

The season 3 finale fight in the LaRusso residence was even better, longer, and more complex. According to Xolo Maridueña (Miguel), Cobra Kai’s second one-er was a challenge. “When you film an episode like the finale of season 2, you get to the point where you’re like, ‘How do we top this?’ It feels like we kind of achieved everything that we wanted. And I think at that point, we did achieve everything that we wanted. We got this really, really great scene that felt so grand. And in season 3, we want to give people that same kind of feeling, that same rush that you get from watching so many moving parts working together, but it needs to be different.”

How was it different? Maridueña elaborates. “I think that you see that the motives of a lot of these characters are different. The circumstances, the need to win I think is much higher in a finale. And I think up until the very end and even after the fight feels concluded you still feel that sense of weight on your shoulders.”

The Long Take One-Er

Cuts make fight choreography easier. When there’s one cut for every strike, retakes aren’t as difficult. If there are two strikes before a cut, it’s twice as hard. More strikes increase the challenge exponentially. In the original film, The Karate Kid, there was a one-er, but it wasn’t a fight scene. When Daniel first enters the All-Valley Karate Tournament from the locker room, it’s a continuous long take that clocks in just shy of a minute and a half. The blocking is complicated but it’s not as complex as a fight scene would be, and according to Macchio, the scene took 35 takes to get right. 

In filmmaking, one-ers are always held in high regard for their technical achievement. Hitchcock’s Rope was a pioneering example with the entire film consisting of only 11 one-ers. The critically acclaimed World War I film 1917 was nearly a single one-er. When it comes to fight choreography, this is why classic Kung Fu films from the 70s and 80s are so highly respected by martial art movie connoisseurs. While they weren’t one-ers, those fights, like what was coming out of  Shaw Brothers Studio, went dozens of moves before a cut. Some recent films like Atomic Blonde and the John Wick trilogy have showcased one-er fights. What’s more, they are shot in such a way that we can see that Keanu Reeves and Charlize Theron are doing a lot of their own stunts. In contrast, in Netflix’s latest assassin thriller Ava, all of Jessica Chastain’s fights are one strike, one shot, and her stuntperson takes over for all the heavy lifting. 

There are some trade tricks to one-ers. The first is a stitch where the camera pans to a featureless surface. This can disguise a covert cut, making the scene appear seamless. But in actuality, there was a break. The other is what is known in the stunt industry as a “Texas switch.” This is where an actor is swapped out with a stunt person by somehow leaving the shot, like being tossed out of frame or ducking behind an obscuring set piece.  

Television fight choreography has leveled up in the last few years. Daredevil was a game-changer for TV one-ers. The show kept upping its game every season. Season 1 episode 2 “Cut Man” ended with a one-er hallway fight that caught every martial arts fan’s attention. It had a lot of stitches and Texas switches. During that one-er, the camera repeatedly moves across featureless hallway walls hiding cuts and Daredevil is masked, allowing for multiple stuntmen to take over. Nevertheless, it’s still a thrilling fight and top-notch choreography. Season 2 episode 3 “New York’s Finest” featured another brutal one-er in a staircase fight. Again, Daredevil is masked so swapping stuntmen was easy. On top of that, Daredevil knocks out the lights, so a lot of the fight is in the dark, obscuring more stitches and switches. In Season 3 episode 4 ‘Blindsided’ Daredevil pulled off their most spectacular one-er of all and one of the best that has ever made it to the small screen so far, the prison fight. In that scene, Daredevil is not masked so Charlie Cox can be seen doing a lot of his own stunts. It clocks in at over 10 minutes. The fight choreographers on Daredevil, Chris Brewster, Philip Silvera, and Roberto Gutierrez raised the bar on TV fight choreography.

Karate And Stunt Training

The one-ers in Cobra Kai aren’t nearly as long, but they do showcase the actors doing many of their own stunts. And like Macchio, few of the cast have had previous training. Jacob Bertrand (Hawk) has a purple belt in Karate and Taylor Buchanan dabbled in Taekwondo, but that’s about the extent of the young cast’s experience. Beyond learning their lines and finding their characters, the actors had to take a crash course in martial arts. 

“I only started learning in season 2,” says Peyton List (Tory), “and that was just in episode 4 of season 2, when I first came in. And I just take everything I can get, and I love learning it. So I’m trying to do everything I can even from home, but that one-er was one of the most fun. Jahnel, my stunt double, she was like, ‘You’re doing this all on your own.’ And that was a big moment for me, and I’m excited for everyone to see that.” 

“My training is something I take super seriously,” adds Mary Mouser (Sam), “because I know that a lot of people who watch this show love martial arts and love the fighting aspect. As much as all the other fun things we have, we have a lot of really cool martial arts fans. So I want to make them proud. I am clearly still a novice in this world, but Samantha is not. So it’s fun to get to stretch myself, to see how much I can push myself to look like I’ve been doing Karate for all these years, when in total probably have about a year’s worth of training so far.”

Bertrand’s Karate background doesn’t make shooting a one-er any easier. “The next couple of days after those types of shoots, you’re definitely sore for at least two days. You’re running the same thing over and over again at 110%, but honestly, I’m just so excited for everyone to see that final fight, it’s going to be so great.”

Forever Young

In season 3, Daniel says he’s now as old as Miyagi was when they first met. Despite his baby face, Macchio is 59. He admits doing fight scenes no  isn’t as easy as back in the day. “The challenge is always as I get older or attempt to look younger, is the physical stuff. Staying in shape, not getting hurt. It requires work and attention and focus.”

Macchio is like David Carradine, who played Kwai Chang Caine in the television show Kung Fu. For their defining roles, they posed as martial arts masters, however they are actors first and foremost, not martial artists. At the very least, Macchio has maintained his integrity by never claiming to be an expert. Carradine milked his master role by writing martial arts books and selling instructional videos, despite his martial mediocrity. Today, Carradine’s martial products are generally disregarded, even mocked, by earnest practitioners. Most considered them to be a joke (the fact that Carradine’s Kung Fu uniforms looked more like Klingon athleisure suits didn’t help). Macchio could have easily cashed in doing the same but to his credit, he never did. 

Will Cobra Kai attempt an even bigger one-er for Season 4? “As soon as the fight is over you’re ready to watch the next one,” teases Maridueña. “And I think that’s all you can ask for in a fight scene.”

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[mfbakuhoe]

💕confession

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Levi x female!reader (ethnic or not lol)

summary: Team Levi, including Y/N and Ymir, visits Queen Historia Reiss in the inner wall Sina. While the three best friends Y/N, Ymir and Historia have a private chat, Y/N confesses her feelings towards the Captain to her friends.

warnings: angst! swearing

A/N: It’s not really a AU but Ymir wasn’t in team Levi so idk🙈 This is my first attempt on a fanfiction imagine thingy. Also english is not my first language so please don’t be too harsh on me. I’m always open for constructive criticism!

Enjoy!

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,,Gosh, Y/N! You don’t know how excited I am to see the three of us back together!”, Ymir flutet happily with her hands on the back of her head as the Levi squad walked down the long corridor into the palast.

,,You might be, but you’re never as excited as I am, slow ass snail”, Y/N smirked, walking faster than the rest off the squad almost running. She was way to excited to see her best friend after 2 months, for her to exhibit correct behavior inside of these noble walls. She didn’t care if she was going to get kicked out by the military police, as if they were going to do something anyway. She also didn’t care about the weird looks she might receive from the council members. All Y/N cared about at the moment was to see her soul sister Historia.

,,You really want to challenge me, huh? Just wait!”, Ymir responded running after Y/N.

,,Girls slow your roll, please! And watch out for the peop- whatever”, Mike sighed as he realized the two friends couldn’t care less and kept the race going.

Mike was leading the the Levi squad to the palace, since Captain Levi and Historia had to meet up earlier along with Commander Erwin and section Commander Hanji.

Since Levi wasn’t around, Y/N didn’t feel uncomfortable or scared to embarrass herself in front of him, due to her feelings that she couldn’t resist. This was one of the main reasons why Y/N needed her and her friends together, so she could pour her heart out to them. She was at the edge through many occurrences in her past, Levi adding salt to her emotional chaos didn’t make things easier for her.

,,FIRST! I WON!”, Y/N yelled as she pushed open big doors and bursted into the giant throne room. Without noticing a thing, Y/N leaped for joy and cheered for herself.

,,I TOLD YOU YMIR, you don’t have a chance...“ as she observed her surroundings, Y/N quickly went silent. As she scanned the room, she noticed her superiors and the council members staring at her suprised. She rested her eyes on the raven black haired man, leaning against a wall with crossed arms, focused on her with a monotone undefinable facial expression.

Y/N couldn’t dare to look into his eyes, for more than one second. Embarrassed, she dropped her head with a nice view on the floor while she felt heat rising up to her cheeks. If it wasn’t for her being so tan, she would’ve definitely been as red as a tomato. Thanks to her unknown ethnic background she was able keep her regular skin complexion.

Why did they held up the meeting in the throne room? Didn’t they say they wanted to keept it private? Then why not going into a separate room, so could wait in here and surprise Historia as soon as she comes in. Awesome now I embarrassed myself in front of Levi, in the very first second we saw each other.

It was silent for a second or two, but soon the silence was broken by a sweet voice filling the room.

,,Ymir? Y/N?“

Y/N head shot in the air, facing the direction of where the familiar voice came from.

,,Historia!“, Ymir said from the back as she run up to the small blonde girl with a heavy looking crown on her head and a, long expensive looking red gown. Laughing, she slung her arms around her and lifted her up.

,,Storia!“, Y/N shouted smiling as she followed Ymir, ignoring the event from earlier.

A few seconds later her soldier friends joined the reencounter, greeting and hugging her as well.

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,,I missed you so much! We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?“, Y/N started as she followed Historia to her room. The three decided to retract themselves from the others, just to catch up with each other again.

The room was ginormous. It seemed like there was enough room for the colossal titan.

,,Yeah we do, live as a queen is not as easy as it sounds“, Historia sighed while she took of her crown.

,,So fucking awesome!“, Ymir marveled and threw her slim body on the big bed next to the window. ,,So much more comfortable than the peaces of wood we have to sleep on. Let me move in with you Historia!“

,,I wish you guys could. Honestly. Live would definitely be more easy. Sometimes I really wish I could rewind the time, just to feel the annoyance due to Levi’s strictness. Or eat together with the Levi squad and watch Jean and Eren fight till Levi comes and knocks them out!“ Dreamy, Historia sat down on her bed next to Ymir who smiled and went along with her imagination.

,,Right! That was our first real encounter with Y/N. You remember? When Levi told her to clean up the horse stalls by herself, just because she backed us up and almost fought him, after we had taken the horses the night before without permission. And when we made fun about that short ass kicking two butts within 5 seconds!“, she reminisced.

A light smirk crept on Y/N’s face. She let her body slide down the bed scaffold and looked at her palms.

Yeah, there wouldn’t be the same bond between Historia, Ymir and me without Levi, right? Ugh, what is this man doing to me?

,,Y/N...are you alright? The whole past 2 weeks you seemed to zone out from time to time.“ There it was. Ymir’s worried voice. Once she put that on, you couldn’t tell her one lie and get away with it.

It wasn’t even worth trying so Y/N decided to just spit out what was on her mind the whole time.

,,I think I’m catching feelings.”

Silence. Silence of confusion.

,,What?“, Ymir asked unbeliving. Y/N calmly sat up and placed herself on the bed. She crossed her legs snd nervously played with her fingers.

,,You know you can tell us anything, right?”, Historia said in a soothing voice and placed her hand on Y/N’s knee. She let out a shaky breath, swiping a strand of hair behind her ear.

,,Of course I know! But I don’t know how.”, the tan girl muttered, drawing circles on the inside of her thick thigh.

,,Well, would you like to tell us, who you think you’re catching feelings for?“, Ymir digged deeper slightly impatient.

,,It’s Levi, isn’t it?“, the blue eyes perfection darted directly in the middle. Surprised Y/N gasped, sending a shocked look her way. She dropped her head staring at her lap, ashamed of hearing the truth spoken out loud.

,,Storia, we don’t have time for jokes now! Y/N obviously dislikes this 5 foot headass as much as he hates dust. That doesn’t make any sense. Am I right, Y/N?”, Ymir said amused, thinking Historia would be goofing around but as you kept silent, she soon realized that it wasn’t just a bad joke.

,,Wait what? Sorry sorry sorry, that’s just too funny!“, Ymir said bursting in laughter. She was rolling from side to side, curling up and holding her stomach.

,,No it’s not! Stop laughing and take her serious, Ymir!“, Historia hissed, sending a, rather cute than dangerous, death glare at the red freckles face.

,,Whew, I‘m really sorry, but how comes that a 5‘7 badass goddess like you likes a barely 5’3 Dwarf-Lookalike cleaning fairy?“, she managed to press out out of breath, wiping away a tear.

,,I‘ve seen the way you looked at him when we ate together. Or how you tried to be on your best behavior, whenever he came around, by keeping your goofiness down or being extra diligent. You stopped arguing with him, also tried to actively avoid eye contact with him, like you did earlier today. This is everything I noticed a few days, before I had to leave. I wanted to ask you before, if everything was alright between you and him but time went by so fast , I couldn’t get around to ask you“, Historia explained, ignoring Ymir‘s insensitive remark. Mesmerized Y/N and Ymir followed how she spoke.

,,It all started when they read the list of family and friends, who died while the Titan attack...”, Y/N began.

Flashback

3:23 in the morning. The mood was down. It was silent but the air was tensed. Y/N and her mates were aware, about what was going to happen next.

,,As soldiers and humans, we don’t only have to fight against Titans, we also have to fight against the grief and negativity, which catches us whenever we lose a strong soldier, friend and family.”, Erwin began his speech, making several heads drop.

,,As well as the last time, we lost parts our society, parts of humanity. But don’t forget, whoever of your loved ones left his life, is going to live inside of you” he continued. Then Mike switched places with Erwin and unrolled a sheet of paper.

The list.

Shaky Y/N closed her eyes, pressing the little charm she got from her adoptive parents, around her neck on her lips.

,,Please be alive, please be alive, please be ali-“, she thought as she almost went unconscious.

,,Greta Y/L/N, Manu Y/L/N...”

Like she got kicked in her stomach, Y/N ripped her eyes wide open and gasped for air. This couldn’t be true. No, it just couldn’t be! Uneasy she tried to grab hold to something as her she felt dizzy.

,,NO!” A painful long scream filled the room. A muffled voice tried to dig into her head telling her everything is going to be alright. It was Ymir, who tried to calm her friend dowm. Y/N felt arms snugging around her but she refused.

,,NO STOP DON’T TOUCH ME! DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!”, she yelled again trying to escape that human puddle.

She looked around for a way out of there but only met pity full looks. Pushing herself through the crowd, Y/N reached the door out of that stuffy room on to the castle yard.

She kicked against trees and broke the door to the horse stalls, scaring the horses. Suddenly a strong force grabbed her by the arm, turned her around and pushed her against the castle wall.

,,Calm the fuck down, brat. Stop causing such a scene!“ a deep husky voice grunted demanding, but Y/N didn’t care. She was too mad and sad, too hurt and upset to calm down. There were so many emotions in her body she couldn’t arrange.

,,Don’t touch me! Get the fuck off me asshole! Leave me alone!“

,,I’m warning you”, Levi muttered throaty as he fixed her wrists on the top of her head.

His grey eyes pierced through Y/N’ soul. His eyes looked so beautiful, glistening due to the moonshine. Just like grey-blueish diamonds.

Y/N body lost tense as she broke down directly into the arms of her Captain. She sunk to her knees, sobbing into Levi‘s chest as he joined her on the floor.

,,You are a human with emotions, problems and obstacles. It’s okay to ask for help when needed. Don’t even think about pushing me away, Idiot. I‘m not one of you soft friends”, Levi mumbled against the wind in a stern monotone voice. But there was a difference this time. There was a slight sound of empathy. His semi tight arms around her, made her feel safe in this oh so cruel world.

,,Why is everybody leaving me? My biological parents left me on a random doorstep, my first real friend Mina Carolina. My adoptive parents just fucking died! What did I do to deserve this? All my loved ones leave me. I am alone in this fucked up world. Maybe I should end it here”, she weeped bitterly, the pain not to misshear.

,,Listen, Brat.” Levi gently grabbed Y/N upper arms and pushed her away from his torso so he could look at her beautiful, angelic face. Rubbing her red swollen eyes with the back of her hand, Y/N tried her best to control her sobs

,,I won’t pity you. But I will tell you that it’s only going to be better, if want it to be better. Self pity is not going to bring them back. All you can do is to live. Live for them and don’t you dare thinking about giving up ever again, idiot.”

,,But for now. Cry. Cry as much as you need to. Damming your pain is just going to increase your anger and self-hate. Let it all out. Don‘t forget. You’re a human. I’m here for you .I‘m not so quick to kill. Don’t forget that, Brat“, Levi said with the most monotonous voice Y/N heard him ever talk in but she knew he was just like that to keep some kind of distance.

Y/N giggled.

Never in her life, Y/N thought the person, who would understand her so well, give her the feeling of comfort and strength would be the person, who she thought she couldn’t get along with, argued the most and almost fought with. That short raven black haired man with the tough untouchable attitude, humanity’s strongest soldier was indeed humanity’s most valuable soldier.

Since that day, Levi regularly looked after Y/N, took care of her here and there and focused on her even more than before. He felt the need to protect her. To be there for her, without pushing her too much. Levi felt too invested in Y/N but she soon pushed him away, scared to catch feelings for him. All though before Y/N could loosen herself from her Captain, she already fell for him.

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,,I’m sorry that we failed as friends, Y/N“, Historia mumbled regretting while Ymir nodded.

,,You didn’t fail guys. I‘m happy that I told you”, Y/N sighed, sharing a weak smile. ,,Have you ever felt some kind of connection so strong, but you couldn’t tell if it was love or just being thankful? You want to get to know the person better, but you’re scared they don’t feel the same way about you as you feel about them? And as soon as you confess everything, they’re gone and you stand there heartbroken. I rather keep a distance relationship then a broken heart.“

,, I know exactly what it feels like Y/N“, Ymir began. ,,You want to be the reason for them to be happy and smile but you don’t want to take it so far, where you have to be scared of rejection. That’s when build that wall to protect ourselves. But you knows what I think you should do? I think you should tell him how yo feel about him. It’s the best you can do unless you want to suffer from the pain of never trying to get what you desire. Tell him beforeit is too late.”, Ymir mumbled sadly, eyeing Historia from the side, who was focused on Y/N.

,,Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should try it as soon as we go back today.“ Y/N said determined. ,,Thank you guys, I knew I needed to hab a talk with my best friends to arrange my thoughts.“

,,You know we love you and just want the best for you!“, Ymir smiled pinching her cheek.

,,Ow, stop that, dumbass!“, Y/N complained slapping her hand away.

,, Naw, c‘mere and let mommy give you a kiss!“, Ymir insisted.

,,I want a hug!“, Historia shouted happily as she threw herself on Y/N.

Laughing and giggling the girls forgot about humanity’s fate for a second and living just like normal girls.

In the back of her head Y/N knew she had to confess everything to her crush to have things straightened out with herself.

But little did she know, he was listening outside of the room the whole time.

[calpalirwin]

Insecurities

Summary: You were just a girl in a bar when Ashton Irwin literally bumped into you. His interest in you, although charming, also made you question if he was serious. After all, in what world did a man like that pursue a woman like you?

Pairings: Y/N and Ashton

And away, and away we go!

Part 1

You sighed as you set down your phone for the millionth time. You don’t know why you kept checking it. It’s not like you were waiting for anybody. No, you had made the decision to come out alone, to try and enjoy yourself without feeling the pressure to put on a face. After all, despite being old enough to drink, bars weren’t your scene. You weren’t bound to run into anyone you knew here, which had been the whole point of you challenging yourself to do something outside of your wheelhouse.

You took a small sip of your drink, wincing at the taste. Even with the extra glass of Coke you were slowly pouring into your whiskey soda to drown out the taste, the whiskey was still a tad strong for your liking. Bars weren’t your thing for a reason, you reminded yourself as you took another bitter sip. 

So there you were, staring at a still mostly full whiskey soda, in a bar, in downtown LA, on a Friday night, wondering just what the hell you thought you were doing when a loud giggle pierced your ears. The giggle was followed by a body bumping into your shoulder. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you turned to your intruder. “Shit, sorry, love,” the man giggled with an accent you couldn’t place as you weren’t sure if it was actually an accent or not. One of his large hands came to rest gently on your shoulder, as if making his apology more sincere, and you took notice of the heart tattoo on his wrist.

“Whatever,” you answered shortly, eyeing the man standing behind you- a polka dot button down that showed off part of his chest and more tattoos on his large arms, black jeans, and boot-clad feet- with misplaced annoyance. A part of you knew he didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of your bad mood. It wasn’t his fault you were in an envious spiral and questioning every life decision you ever made. A single shock of reddish brown hair laid across his forehead, stopping just above the pair of hazel eyes that were constantly changing colors under the lights that stared at you with a puzzled expression, no doubt confused that you weren’t already drooling over him. You decided to stare back, narrowing your eyes for added effect. In any other situation this man would be an intimidating piece of eye candy. Someone that you would sputter some nonsense at with a girlish giggle of your own, smitten that a guy like that had his hand on your shoulder. But tonight, he was just somebody who wouldn’t stop staring at you, and good, God could he fucking stop?! You turned your glare to his hand that was still on your shoulder. “Ya mind?” you all but snapped.

He pulled his hand back from your shoulder and used it to brush the single shock of hair back from his face, only for it to return to its rightful place as soon as his hand fell. “Oh, feisty. I like it.” He smiled, revealing the dimple in his cheek.

“Not feisty,” you shot back, choosing to feed your annoyance rather than risk succumbing to the schoolgirl antics you felt bubbling up inside of you. A crush was the last thing you needed right now. “Just have better things to do,” you added, this time with no annoyance in your tone, just numb indifference.

“Oh, like sitting by yourself?” he teased, clearly enjoying the back and forth.

“Says you.”

He nodded in head in the direction of a booth with 3 men who were equally as large and handsome as he was, and 2 girls with more beauty in their little fingers than you possessed in your whole body. “I’m actually here with friends.”

You waved your hand dismissively, “Well, by all means, I wouldn’t want to keep you.”

He leaned in close to whisper in your ear, “Maybe I want to be kept.” His breath was warm as it grazed by your neck, causing you to shudder.

“Trust me, I’m not that interesting.”

“Cute girl alone at a bar? Isn’t that how all the interesting stories start out?”

“I’m not alone,” you said, your senses on high alert. Never let a guy knew you were alone, c’mon quick, say your friend’s in the bathroom, no, say your boyfriend’s on his way! Your mouth opened to tell him your lie, any lie, but no words came out.

His brows furrowed together. “You are alone, huh?”

Against your better judgement, you nodded. Then, “But, it was my choice. And people know where I am.”

He chuckled and nodded his head back to over where his friends were. “Well, why don’t you join us? You’d be surprised at the type of creeps that hang around bars.”

You looked over at his friends. The girls gave you the sense that it was a safe choice, certainly safer than telling him no or staying by yourself. There was something else you couldn’t quite figure out, almost like you knew them. But couldn’t remember from where. You stood up, putting your phone in your back pocket before reaching for your drinks. “Okay, Sir Giggle, I’ll join you and your friends,” you told him.

“Sir Giggle?” he giggled.

“If the name fits,” you answered.

He led you across the bar to his booth, and when his friends looked at you and back at him in question, he answered their unspoken question. “Guys this is… uh… shit…” he giggled as he shot you an apologetic look.

“Y/N,” you said, as you took the seat Sir Giggle was offering you.

“Y/N,” he smiled, both of you liking the way it sounded rolling off his lips. “Y/N this is, Luke, his girlfriend, Sierra, Mike, and his fiancee, Crystal, and that’s Cal.”

They all smiled and offered a small wave as their names were called- first the blonde haired boy, then a dark-haired girl, followed by another blonde boy and blonde girl, and then the dark haired boy- as your brain finally clicked as to why they all seemed familiar, an unintended “Oh, shit…” escaping your lips.

“Is something wrong?” Sir Giggle, better known as Ashton Fuckin Irwin, asked you.

“No. Nothing’s wrong. Just… holy shit, I know you. Well, I don’t know you. I mean… holy shit,” you began to ramble. “Sorry, I didn’t mean… I’m sure you get that all the time… shit… holy fuck, I mean, hi, God, sorry!”

Ashton giggled which caused everyone else to laugh a little, including you. “It’s fine. Cute actually.”

Did Ashton Irwin just call your fangirling cute? No. Fucking. Way. You blushed and ducked your head. “No, it’s actually really stupid. I mean, your just people. People go out to bars. It’s what people do. Normal people.” You were rambling again.

“Normal, Ash, you hear that? We’re normies,” Calum said with a grin.

“Well, Mike probably is,” you put in. “I mean, Michael. Mike? Mikey? Michael. Like you like stuff my friends like. Videogames, nerdy stuff, the likes.”

Michael chuckled, “I think that makes me a nerd, actually. And Mike’s fine. Mikey works too, I’m not picky.”

“Not a nerd,” you smiled. “A punk nerd. Cuz you’re in a… nevermind, bad joke.”

Michael laughed anyway, “Punk nerd, I like it. Got a nice ring to it.”

“Well… I like Mean Girls,” Luke spoke up.

“Oh, my God, shut up, Luke!” Michael said loudly with a roll of his eyes.

Everybody laughed at Michael’s fake-annoyance, and as you laughed with them you felt more at ease. Star status or not, people were just people.

“So, what do you do?” Crystal asked you.

“Oh, I’m a teaching assistant. But I’m finishing school so I can become a teacher,” you answered.

“Picked you a college girl, huh, Ash?” Calum asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“I didn’t…” Ashton started to protest from his seat next to you before turning to you to gauge your reaction. “I wasn’t… it was an accident, swear. So, college, huh?”

You smiled gently at him, accident or not, you were now glad he had quite literally bumped into you. This was quickly becoming one of the best nights of your life. “Yeah, I’m gonna be a senior this year. Finally.”

“What do you mean, aren’t you excited?” Ashton asked.

“No, I am. I just… well, college has taken me longer than most, so I feel a little behind the curve sometimes is all.”

“Well, it’s not a race,” Sierra spoke up. “People do things in their own way and time.”

“I guess that’s true,” you nodded. “As long as you get where you’re going, doesn’t matter the pace, right?”

“Wait… so how old are you then?” Ashton blurted. His eyes went wide as the girls glared at him, so he began to backpedal on his question “Shit… I just mean… since you said college has taken you longer than most… Aren’t most college seniors like 21 or 22?”

You nodded, “Generally, yeah. But, I’m 25.”

“Shit, no way! I just turned 25 a few weeks ago,” Ashton told you.

“I know,” you mumbled, cheeks blushing.

“Wait,” Michael asked, leaning forward. “Are you recently 25, like old man Ash? Or…?”

“My birthday was back in December, so I’m older.”

“Isn’t the band’s birthday in December?” Luke asked.

“It’s actually on my birthday,” you admitted, blushing again. “The 3rd.” It had been a fun fact you learned when you became a fan of their work, which regrettably wasn’t all that long ago.

“No shit?” Ashton asked you.

“No shit,” you repeated, cheeks still burning.

As the night wore on, the drunker everyone but you and Ashton became. You weren’t that much of a drinker, and Ashton was on a sober streak of his own. When closing time came around, Ashton offered to walk you to your car.

“A little big for a tiny thing like you, don’t ya think?” he asked, nodding at your truck.

You shrugged. You personally thought the truck was on the small side. “It gets the job done.”

He chuckled. “Text me when you get to where you’re going so I know you got there safe.”

“I don’t have your number,” you pointed out.

“Aw, love, all you had to do was ask,” he teased.

You let a small chuckle of your own as you exchanged numbers. “Thanks. For tonight. It was… nice.”

“We should do it again sometime, then.”

“Well, you have my number,” you told him.

“That I do. Drive safe, love.”

“You, too, Ash,” you said, blushing at the way he called you “Love.”

You watched as he sauntered over to his own car a few spots over, taking a quiet delight in how he waited for you to pull out of the parking lot before he pulled out of his spot. Whether you were misreading his signs or not, there was no denying that he was a guy who looked out for others. And that was never a bad thing in your book.

Your phone pinged while you were still driving down the freeway, your phone sending an automatic text back to the sender. Your phone pinged again and you stole a quick glance at the contact and smiled to yourself.

Once you were safely inside your apartment, you opened your phone to check the texts:

Hey, it’s Ash. I just got in.

I’m driving.

Dang, love, just where do you live?

I’m driving

You quickly shot back a quick text. I live in LA, just not the actual city, lol. Night, Ash.

Glad you’re safe. Sleep well, love. was the quick response back.

You fell asleep, a smile on your face.

[christie052780]

Katy, Lori, and Pamela smiled as they tried on the bikinis they'd bought for the vacation of a lifetime.

* * *

Mike, Dan, and Keith had met at a support group for divorced men who'd been fucked over by their ex-wives. It didn't take long for the three of them to realize that they all had in common the fact that they had daughters of the same age and that their wives had completely abandoned their daughters after the divorces were final.

Over the following years that led to play dates where the men and daughters would meet up for dinners, shopping, and the occasional vacation together.

Now the three girls were out of high school and getting ready to head off to college in the fall. Each of the three girls had selected different colleges so that meant the group activities were going to be a thing of the past.

Earlier that same year the three men had met up at a bar one Friday night to talk about the future and by the third drink Dan confessed to having a thing for Mike's daughter Katy. Mike confessed to having an interest in Keith's daughter Pamela, and then Keith completed the circle by admitting to a schoolboy crush on Dan's girl Lori. The three men laughed about the whole thing and each was happy that they'd managed to talk about the whole thing without having a fight.

The evening wore on and the men comiserated how they didn't want to be alone come the fall. None of them really wanted their charming, feminine girls to go off to college to become the vicious, nasty feminists that the colleges produced these days.

The fifth round of drinks landed on the table and as they lifted their glasses once again it was Dan who went first.

"Wouldn't it be great if we could all just swap daughters, marry them, and then keep them home instead of saying goodbye to them? That way we'd all stay close, right?"

The two other men stared at Dan slackjawed with the audacity of the idea.

For a moment Dan thought they were going to kick his ass.

Keith took a swig off his drink and put the glass down, hard enough to splash a little of it.

"Fucking hell, Dan. The only reason I'm pissed here is because I didn't think of it first!"

The three men were quiet for a moment but then erupted into laughter.

* * *

The next day phone calls took place and the three men met again, this time for coffee.

Sober, they now had to come to terms with the idea that had been presented and they needed to make sure that all three of them were on board with the idea.

Each had their reservations about handing their respective daughters off to another man but then they each also had the promise of a young thing in return.

Keith was the one who wondered about the downsides of the idea, "So what if they're not into it? And how do we get them to commit to the idea?"

Dan had long fantasized about Katy in a certain way so he spoke next, "What if we make this like a summer-long adventure so we can get them good and pregnant?"

Once again two of the men looked on in awe as Dan broached what had to be a horribly taboo idea.

Yet now it was Mike's turn for a thought, "Well, remember the fishing camp we rented in British Columbia? What if we rented it again but for the whole summer instead of just a few weeks?"

The other two men nodded their heads in agreement.

* * *

After that it was a matter of working out the details. They arranged for the camp to be stocked with plenty of food and drink for the three months they planned to be there and they also planned to each make sure that their respective daughters weren't on the pill or the shot...and none of them were.

They agreed that what they were doing might not be exactly legal. Yet they all agreed to proceed.

At this point there was no question that all three of them wanted to do this.

* * *

When the three men presented the vacation plans to the girls they each had their reservations about the idea simply because it was their last summer before college and they had typical summer plans that didn't necessarily include their fathers. The men pressed the idea saying that, indeed, it could be the last time all six of them would have a chance to be together and the girls eventually warmed to the idea. The bikinis were the clincher and when the three girls tried them on it was Keith who snapped a picture of them.

* * *

It was four months later when the six of them boarded the plane for Vancouver, then it was a long flight on a float plane that dropped them off right at the camp. They were now a good hundred miles from the next people and they'd be very, very alone for the next three months.

The next morning actually started quite early. The sunrise being around 3:30 AM that time of year. By the time the sleepyheads rolled out of bed the day was well along. Breakfast was followed by the men getting their fishing gear together and the girls getting their bikinis on for a day of sun and relaxation.

A routine was quickly adopted and over the next few days the men started spending less time with their own daughters and more time with their interest.

Mike was the first to make a move.

He'd managed to get Pamela to take a hike with him and along the way he gave her a kiss. The girl was clearly surprised but she wasn't put off by it.

Dan was the next and in his case it was an evening by the fire and he cuddled up to Katy to keep her warm. She cuddled right back.

Keith ended up getting to put mosquito repellent on Lori and the application turned into a massage. He stopped when Lori was obviously a little uncomfortable with the whole thing.

Naturally the three men had a chance to discuss their progress and when they did the big surprise was that none of their daughters had informed their respective fathers of what had happened.

* * *

It was in the second week of their stay when Mother Nature got involved.

Even though it was mid-June there was still one more snowstorm in the offing. The father-daughter pairs mostly kept to their cabins but one night they all came together for dinner and drinks at Dan's cabin. Keith had a pitcher of very strong appletinis for the girls and for the guys he was pouring watered-down Scotch.

When Lori started to fade from the strong drink and the long day Dan asked Keith to take Lori back to the cabin. Lori was too wasted to pay much attention to the fact that she was led out of her own cabin and walked away to Keith's cabin.

Mike took Pamela back to his own cabin and that left Dan to be alone with Katy.

* * *

Dan & Katy....

As soon as Mike and Pamela were out the door Dan shut off the lights.

"Okay, Katy...time for bed." In the dying firelight she looked up at him and took his hand.

"Um, shouldn't I be going back to my cabin?"

Dan pulled her to her feet and led her to the bedroom, "No, you're going to be staying here tonight."

The tall blonde was a little confused, "But where's Lori going to sleep?"

"She'll be fine, she's staying with Keith tonight."

For some reason that made sense to Katy. She didn't complain as Dan helped her get her clothes off but when she went to get her t-shirt to wear to bed she didn't find it. In the total darkness what her hand came across was a warm Dan.

She felt his lips on her own and then she felt his searching hands come up her waist to hold her pert little breasts. She moved back and pressed against the bed and then his hands came back down and pulled her panties to the floor.

As drunk as she was, she wasn't that drunk.

"Dan, this is a little much...I mean what about my father?"

She heard him in her ear as he nuzzled her neck, "Mike is right now doing the same thing with Pamela. We have an arrangement."

Katy had a moment of clarity, "You mean my dad..."

Dan cut her off, "Yeah, your dad is with Lori tonight."

He pushed the now-naked teenager onto the bed and climbed onto the bed with her.

After lusting for the girl for so long he was doing his best to be patient. He also wanted the moment to last.

Katy knew what he wanted and at least that much of her confusion was gone. After all, it wasn't like she was a virgin. Still, her ex-boyfriend had been so patient and so gentle. Dan was all over her and she struggled with him to try to get him to back off. With his prize now so close Dan was losing his patience.

He got up on his hands and knees and used one of his knees to pry apart Katy's knees. Then his other knee got between her long, silky legs.

"Dan, please..."

"Katy, I've loved you for so damned long."

It was the one thing her boyfriend had never said to her. She'd said it to that asshole so many times and not once did he say it back to her. Yet she gave him so much.

"You love me?", she said as she stopped struggling.

"I do...with all my heart."

Had the light been on Dan would have seen a tear fall from Katy's eye. Instead he felt her legs relax and then her hands went from trying to push him away to passively holding his waist.

He pressed his cock to her pussy and felt her legs spread to welcome him.

Even though she'd been struggling with Dan to fight him off Katy's body was preparing her for sex. The excitement of being with a man had gotten her aroused and when she heard him say the words she'd longed to hear it was easy to relax and let him have what he wanted.

In just a few strokes Dan was buried balls deep in the leggy blonde.

He calmed his ardor for a moment.

"I do love you. I meant what I said. Do you think you could love me, too?"

Katy was emotionally overcome. She was crying as she simply whispered, "Yes."

Dan then let his body take over from his brain.

His cock slipped back and forth in Katy's luxuriously snug pussy. He loved how she held onto him when he'd pull back and then she'd relax to let him push into her again. Clearly she had some experience and he didn't mind because right now he was the beneficiary of her skills.

For her part Katy was enjoying the mature cock that was plowing her insides. Dan was both thicker and longer than her former boyfriend. And the way he moved with her! It wasn't just about sex...Katy felt something deeper going on with Dan and as he made love to her she knew his claim of love was true.

She felt it coming. She'd never had sex feel this good before. Was it how he said he loved her? Was that it? Oh....and it started to build. Her breasts felt full as he fucked her. The sensation of his cock in her body...it was so...different.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and she arched her neck as the best orgasm of her life swept over her body. Her legs spread to let him get deeper and her hands pulled at his waist.

Dan knew she was in ecstasy and while he did his very best to prolong her joy he couldn't hold off any longer.

He plowed her deep and hard and as he was nearing his release that was when Katy realized what was different...there was no condom! She knew she should make him stop but, damn, it felt so good that she couldn't bear to try! She heard his breath catch in his throat and then he moaned as his cock started twitching inside her. Katy felt Dan's body tremble as his cock unloaded into her pussy and something about the whole experience was so perfect to her.

When he calmed down a bit and rested his weight on her she kissed him and he kissed her back. She loved how he stayed buried inside her instead of immediatly rolling off and running to the bathroom like her ex used to do.

* * *

Mike & Pamela...

Mike looked over his shoulder at his daughter Katy and a smiling Dan and had a momentary regret about what was certainly going to happen to his little girl. Pamela stumbled on the threshold and he turned his attention back to her.

His arm went around her waist and when she slipped again he found a t-shirt covered tit in his hand. She was soft and warm and suddenly he couldn't wait to see what she looked like without the t-shirt.

His own daughter slipped from his mind as he then led Pamela to his own cabin.

Upon entering the cabin he closed the door behind himself and then led Pamela to the bedroom. He flipped on the light.

Pamela looked around and was briefly confused, "Um, isn't this your cabin?" she asked Mike.

"It is. I thought it might be nice for us to get to know each other."

Pamela might have been more than a bit tipsy but she wasn't stupid.

"You're going to try to fuck me, aren't you?"

Mike just smiled for a moment as the truth dawned on her.

"You three assholes are trying to fuck the three of us, isn't that what's gong on?"

He nodded and said, "Yep, that was the plan."

"My father is fucking Lori, isn't he? I knew he had a thing for her."

Mike just smiled his best Cheshire cat smile in response.

Pamela shook her head, "Then you left Katy with Dan?"

"I did."

Pamela thought about it and pulled off her t-shirt to reveal her perfect cones and the daintiest of gumdrop nipples, "Then fuck them all, if they're getting laid then so am I! And you better have a condom 'cause I didn't bring any."

"Of course." Mike replied, not caring about the lie. He flicked the switch on the wall and sent the room into darkness. Then he quickly stripped before trying to find Pamela. He bumped into her as she was pulling her panties to the floor and his hard cock brushed over the warm skin of her bare ass.

He pulled her close as she stood up and wrapped his arms around her. Her hands went to his head as he kissed her from behind. They pushed and thrust at each other and he was simply amazed at how eager she was for him. He envied her previous boyfriends and he knew there had been at least three of them over the years.

He guided her to the tall bed and helped her get up on it.

She shrieked with suprise and laughter as he grabbed her ankles and pulled her back. Now she was face down on the comforter and she felt Mike get himself between her legs.

"Ohhhh." was all she could say as Mike found her wetness and pushed himself into her. She tried to move but he put a hand on the small of her back to hold her down as he fucked her.

"God, this is so crazy!" she said.

It felt good.

Pamela thought about her father fucking her best friend and thought that he deserved having his own daughter fucked by one of his own best friends. She was enjoying the fuck and she was enjoying her act of defiance.

Mike bottomed out in her making her give out a little, "Ooomph!"

The sensation made a thought register with her and she tensed up, "Hey, you put on a condom, right?"

Mike didn't break his rhythm as he replied, "Of course not, I don't have any."

Pamela sobered up as much as she could, "What the fuck? You gotta stop...I'm not protected!"

"Okay, just a little bit more and I'll stop..."

He felt her legs start to flex and move and then he could feel the girl trying to pull herself away from him. His hands went to her waist and pulled her back against his crotch as he decided that it was time to seal the deal.

Pamela had forgotten all about her defiance and instead was now focused on trying to get herself away from the cock that was busy pounding away in what she knew was her ripe, fertile pussy.

"Mike...please..."

With a growl he fucked her harder and then slammed home as his cock erupted into her belly.

Pamela had tried to avoid it but once it started she felt her body just freeze as she lay there taking her very first load of baby batter.

* * *

Keith and Lori...

Keith had managed to get Lori down the path to his cabin when the dark haired beauty went limp in his arms.

He picked her up and carried her to his cabin, awkwardly opening and closing the door while holding the lithe girl in his arms. He managed to flick on a small night light and then safely carried the girl to the bedroom, softly setting her down on the big fluffy bed.

She was dressed for the night with her soft flannel pajamas and he found her to be so wonderfully cute! His hands ran over her bare ankles as his cock started to swell with anticipation.

"Lori?" he whispered.

"Wharrrrr?" she barely responded.

"Can you sit up a moment?"

A sound of exasperation came out of her as she tried to sit up. He grabbed her top and pulled it over her head and then the girl flopped back on the bed and slipped back into her alcohol-fueled stupor.

Keith stared at her for a moment and then looked out his window to see the lights go out in Dan's cabin. He thought about how Mike was going to fuck Pamela and then his mind wandered to Dan claiming the cute Katy.

And here was Lori topless on his bed. Waiting for him. He let his hand drift to her breast and then he leaned down to suckle on the girl and he was pleased when her nipple hardened for him.

That made up his mind and he went to her waist and gently worked her pajama bottoms and panties off in one smooth move.

In the dim light he beheld her lovely trim form and then he reached out to touch her belly.

"Gawww, fuck...." she croaked and then rolled over onto her side. Now she was on her side with one leg straight out and the other to one side. Keith thought for a moment that the girl resembled a number 4.

Lori's manuver had inadvertently exposed her pussy to Keith's hungering eyes.

At the risk of waking her again he tentatively brushed a finger lightly along the length of her pussy. The girl didn't respond. Her pussy wasn't that of a more experienced woman and the thought that he might be the first to claim her thrilled him.

He gently pushed a single finger into her delicate flower and found it snug and warm. A deeper probing also found it to be moistening and soon he was giving her a gentle finger fuck. A second finger joined the first and the girl mewled a bit with what he knew was a sensation of stretching.

Keith was now certain that he would be Lori's first lover.

He got onto the bed behind her and straddled her outstretched leg. Then he scooted himself closer to her prize and was thrilled as his cock brushed along the impossibly soft skin of her inner thigh.

His cock bumped and rubbed along Lori's tight slit and then he pushed her free leg up a little further. Her pussy opened up just enough that his cock poked into her just enough.

Keith gently pressed himself against Lori's virgin pussy and briefly had a pang of conscience as he was about to claim the slumbering girl.

Then he thought of his own daughter Pamela getting fucked raw by Mike and he pushed.

Lori was only dimly aware of an unfamiliar sensation of pressure as Keith's cock pried and pushed its way into her pussy. She moved back at it to try to dislodge it only to feel it push deeper into her body. It was almost uncomfortable but then she pushed back again and paradoxically it drove deeper and easier.

Keith was pleasantly surprised when Lori pushed back at him a few times. Then she pushed and arched her back at the same time and his cock found the well of her moisture. It was a feeling of relief as her body opened up to him to allow his cock to fully slip inside. He sighed with the sensation of pussy wrapped around his cock...it had been so long since the last time...since before the divorce from Pamela's mother.

Lori seemingly returned to her slumber and Keith started a gentle, slow fuck of the girl. Everything seemed hazy to her but she was aware enough to know that there was someone else on the bed with her and that the pressure she felt inside her belly was connected to it. She felt warm and secure and there was something else she felt and she knew she liked it.

Keith absolutely savored fucking the girl. Each slow stroke he pushed all the way into her until his cock could go no further and then he very slowly withdrew only to do it all over again.

He wanted to bury himself to the root but their position didn't make that possible. He pushed on her leg and the flexible girl responded by bringing it almost to her chest.

Now he was able to full embed himself in her and he did. His balls were caressed by her soft thigh beneath them and the slight sound of their bodies together reached his ear.

It had simply been too long for him and with little chance to hold it off he felt it coming. The sensation deep in his groin rapidly grew and then he stabbed himself deep into the girl causing her to gasp. He held onto her as his cock spewed rope after rope of his pent-up seed deep into the girl's pussy. His gentleness was overcome by need and he fucked her hard in an instinctive need to seed the girl as much as he could and he was rewarded with a second flurry of excruciatingly wonderful spasms.

When he started to ram the girl as fast as he could she stirred from her slumber just enough to know she was feeling satisfied in a way she'd never felt before.

Lori smiled to herself and fell into a deep sleep.

* * *

The sunrise comes early in northern British Columbia in June and so did three very horny men.

* * *

Mike was the first to wake up and as soon as he saw his naked bedmate he was instantly hard. Pamela was laying on her back with her arms over her head so for Mike it was a simple matter of holding her wrists with one hand and then rolling himself on top of her. She woke up confused as he did this and before she could gather her wits he slipped into her semen-slickened pussy and started fucking her. She was going to complain about the condom thing again but instead decided that it was nice to fuck bare and that she'd just sort it out later. Despite her acceptance of the situation she was still rather scared and awed when the older man's cock seeded her for a second time.

* * *

Lori woke up to Keith spooned up to her. It felt nice. He was warm and his arms were wrapped around her. But she became aware of his body moving behind her and then the full sensation inside her pussy came to her...and a rising pleasure, too. She realized that she was finally having sex! She knew there was something to worry about but her body was right then overriding her wisdom. The pleasure rose in her belly and she grabbed Keith's arm and held on as she felt her very first cock-induced orgasm. She was breathlessly recovering her senses when Keith held her tight and drove his cock deep into her pussy as he blew.

* * *

Katy woke before Dan did and she just lay in the bed looking around for a while as she contemplated the situation. Looking at Dan she saw her friend's father on his back and soundly slumbering. He didn't notice when she pulled down the blankets to get a look at him. Her soft hand grasped his limp cock and she applied her experience as she played with it and encouraged it to grow. Looking at the tip she imagined it buried in her pussy and belching cum and the vision got her thinking. The whole picture was so wrong and somehow that made it even sexier.

Dan woke to Katy moving to straddle him. His hands went to her waist and she smiled as she guided his cock into her pussy. Then she settled down and rested her weight on him with his cock deeply embedded in her. The two of them started to move together with Katy grinding herself into Dan every now and again. It wasn't long before she came and as she did she felt Dan filling her up with his morning seed.

* * *

When the three couples met for breakfast they were pretty quiet.

Pamela broke the strained silence by simply stating the obvious, "Everyone at this table fucked someone else last night. I know it, you know it, let's just say it and move on 'cause this quiet thing isn't going to work for me."

After that the honesty flowed.

The girls expressed their concerns especially about the possibility of getting pregnant. The men spoke their peace for the most part and then let the girls vent some more.

Later in the day the three girls gathered their things from their respective father's cabins and then moved in with their respective lovers.

When the night finally arrived the three couples went their separate ways to start another very busy night.

* * *

When September arrived it was obvious to everyone that it had been a very fertile summer.

　

　

　

[slouchyslouch]

My 2010s in Records.

10. My Bloody Valentine — mbv

Wrote about mbv on a separate piece.

9. Earl Sweatshirt — Some Rap Songs

Earl Sweatshirt’s Some Rap Songs is a record of mending and therapy. At the beginning of the decade, rap fans saw the 16 year old prodigy create the most technical and distinctive raps unheard of at that time. Yes, a lot of it was jarring and immature, but the potential was there. While debut mixtape EARL was a teaser and an introduction to his greatness, Doris was his reclamation to the rap game after a period of silence in Samoa. I Don’t Like Shit, I Don’t Go Outside in turn spoke for itself. Its morose disposition then made its way onto Some Rap Songs; not quite his masterpiece, but an accomplished period piece nonetheless. As one of the most highly acclaimed rappers in the world today, Earl spills his guts out on this diaristic tape about his relationship with his father and the emotional exhaustion coming from trying to amend it. On “Red Water,” he repeats the same 8 bars on loop as if caught in a recurring dream. “Papa called me chief / gotta keep it brief / locked and loaded I can see you lyin’ through your teeth” he raps in a fugue state, as if coming to the realization that his father was only there for those momentary times of convenience. It’s always difficult to write something that includes family and loved ones. There’s a sense of vulnerability you have to divulge in as well as a catharsis that fulfills one’s desire to let go of one’s agony. The beats on Some Rap Songs run on loose kaleidoscopic loops, production that Earl has mastered rapping over as his idiosyncrasies in his bars do best when complementing them. Thanks to the influence of his buddies Mike and Medhane, he’s learned to channel his eccentric flows onto those beats. “Riot” closes the record with the sentimental instrumental sampling jazz legend, and uncle, Hugh Masekela. It’s feels like a proper ending to Earl’s chronicle, but the events that have transpired will always be apart of his life. At the end of it all, Some Rap Songs will remain forever a tombstone of his anguish.

8. The Spirit of the Beehive — Hypnic Jerks

There’s no other dream pop record this decade that could top this almost-perfect album. The hushed vocalizations of Zach Schwartz and Rivka Ravede offer a quiet intimacy in the dreamscape that is Hypnic Jerks. The title in itself lends to the idea of being half asleep and half awake — to be in an altered state where the real and surreal are just two sides of the same coin. Tracks like “poly swim” and “it’s gonna find you” entrance you into that state of unconscious, while tracks like “can i receive the contact?” and “hypnic jerks” make an effort to wake you up from the sublime. Field recordings filter in and out between tracks, as if you were hallucinating the whole time. It’s when “nail i couldn’t bite” and “(without you) in my pocket” play out that you realize it doesn’t matter what state you lie in. Their lucid pop constructions reward repeated listens to the point of obsession in a somnambulant state. The record’s lack of acclaim only makes it feel like you’re in on a hidden secret. To this day, I am completely spellbound to its sorcery and have yet to unlock its mysteries.

7. Iceage — New Brigade

Back in elementary school, I listened to a lot of pop punk; the kind that was rapturously melodic yet cheesily done and overproduced (Think Blink 182 or All Time Low). Until I listened to New Brigade, I didn’t even realize what true punk music actually sounded like. Iceage was just fucking cool to me. Sure, they had the aesthetic, depicting bloody mosh pits and macabre rune art, but it was truly the music that broke into my spirit, shattering what I thought punk sounded like back in the day. I’d read pieces about their notorious live shows where they would play rapid 15-minute sets in the sunless recesses of Denmark, which only added to the band’s mystique. Upon listening to their debut, I felt musically fulfilled like never before. No more of the whiny, drawn out vocals from pop punk bands. Frontman Elias Bender Rønnenfelt had the kind of angsty drawl similar to Nick Cave’s when he played with The Birthday Party which offered a kind of obscene yet confident instability to his performance. Johan Surrballe Wieth and Jakob Tvilling Pless’s guitars have just the right amount of filth in them — an abrasive attack on your soul while Dan Kjær Nielsen’s drums are played propulsively in classic hardcore fashion — never meant decelerate. The record didn’t offer the tightest instrumental, but that was the point. Iceage have gone on to release tighter and more spectacular punk records consistently over the decade but their debut broke the ceiling of what to me punk could, and should, sound like. From the cathartic breakdown of “White Rune” to the triumphant “You’re Blessed,” New Brigade was the record that gave me that spark, the one that carried me to rotting heights.

6. Frank Ocean — Channel Orange

Channel Orange will always be a classic to my generation. From Grammy-nominated “Thinking’ Bout You” to the sweet and charming “Forrest Gump,” we surf through Frank’s psyche in smooth and effortless RnB. Frank Ocean’s vivid universe is one of vibrant summers and distant getaways. Its colourful motifs paint a pretty picture for us — pink skies, monks in moshpits, peaches and mangos, roofs of mansions, palm trees and pools, Majin Buu. Most people I know around my age know the lyrics to most of its tracks. They’re as infectious as any classic from the past decade. I still remember listening to “Sweet Life” by the beach with a friend before attending his concert on his first tour. Everything felt right in the world when he sang “so why see the world when you got the beach” as the waves crashed over the sand and the summer heat glistened over the ocean. During its release, he opened up to the world to reveal his love for another man in an affectionate Tumblr post. It gave us an appreciation into an artist’s vulnerable identity while breaking the door open for other artists to come out in their own way. Frank later released his masterpiece in Blonde/Endless and a plethora of brilliant singles from his radio show, but the stories and music from Channel Orange will remain forever timeless.

5. Solange — A Seat at the Table

“Fall in your ways / so you can crumble / fall in your ways / so you can wake up and rise” sings Solange, on the introduction to her restorative album A Seat at the Table. They’re words I try to tell myself in times of darkness. Solange just has that ability to let anybody express themselves through her music, to meditate on life’s injustices and pitfalls. It’s okay to be mad; it’s okay to rest and take care of yourself as much as you need to. We just have to rely on each other to get back into the fight. It feels like a lot of my favourite records from the past decade are imbued with themes of darkness and isolation. Fortunately, I still have Solange to let myself vent out those frustrations. Whether it’s the strings on the beginning of “Cranes in the Sky” that remind me to slow down or the horns projected behind Master P’s stoic orations that fuel my determination to keep afloat, A Seat at the Table plays like an instruction manual for self-care, black empowerment, and righteous activism. It’s consoling to know that I’m not alone in distracting myself from everything that’s wrong with the world today. 2016 was such an appropriate time for this record to be released. Solange gave us hope, grace, stoicism, and the ability to heal and recharge. A Seat at the Table may be a personal record to Solange, but as she sings on “F.U.B.U.,” this shit is for us.

4. Chance the Rapper — Acid Rap

It’s odd to say that my favourite rap record of the decade comes in the form of pop rap album Acid Rap. In making this list, I thought about the obvious greats in My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy or Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City. In the end, Chance’s second mixtape brought me more joy than any of those records did. It gave me the cringiest but most pleasurable musical moments with the homies singing along to tracks like “Cocoa Butter Kisses” and “Pusha Man.” Releasing it independently and as a free download, Chance’s spoken-word idiosyncrasies reveal themselves as classic pop rap gems by the end of the decade. Chance’s whole thing was just about pure positivity and having fun. The era of albums I could compare to it was during the release of Kanye’s College Dropout and Late Registration, a time when Kanye (sort of) envisioned the anti-stereotype in rappers, countering the machismo and toxic masculinity found in a lot of hip-hop now and back then (RIP old Kanye). Chance didn’t care about getting bitches or getting money. He just wanted to do drugs with his friends — to trip out on acid and go on a spiritual journey with all of us. Hidden beneath the positivity, Chance still creeps in a dash of realism and humanity on tracks like “Paranoia,” illustrating the life of gang-banging in his hometown of Chicago. It’s the earnestness in his raps that always pulls me back, the flourishes of piano when he raps “I lean back then spark my shit / I turn up I talk my shit / hope you love all my shit / I hope you love all my shit / IGH.” It turns out, as he declares on the outro, Everything’s Good.

3. Alex G — DSU

On DSU, time stops. The cult of Alex G is now cemented in indie rock lore at the end of the decade with eight albums full of hooks, dreams, and shattered spirits. DSU was the first record I listened to by Alex G, and remains my favourite by his despite him going on to release better conceptual records in Rocket and House of Sugar. No track can be skipped or listened to passively. With most of them springing under the 2–3 minute mark, ideas flow in and out without direction but coalesce into an impressionistic and breathtaking work of art. Hints of Elliott Smith and Isaac Brock echo in the duality of harsh guitar distortion and melodious pop hooks. Guitar feedback never felt so comforting as it colours the magnificence of Alex G’s composition. There’s a kind of deep melancholy in each track despite the ambiguous surrealism lyrics, a perfect winter record to listen to alone in your room or walk through the piles of snow in the night. Its murky yet lush production somehow reaches out to you, helps you drown in its depths and remain there for its 37 minutes. Whether it’s “Skipper” fully attuning you to its hushed presence, or the entrancing opener of “After Ur Gone,” I just feel like I want to close my eyes and immerse myself in there for as long as it allows me to.

2. Frank Ocean — Blonde

Frank Ocean’s Blonde arrived as a gift from the heavens. For five years, my friends and I have joked and memed about when the new Frank was coming out — whether it was even ever going to come out. Years after its release, it has evolved into the masterpiece that I’ve always wanted him to create. When Endless came out, I felt somewhat disappointed at the material — although later served as the perfect complement to Blonde — because of its lack of sensual pieces similar to those on Channel Orange’s effortless RnB and the latter record’s penchant for easy sing-alongs. Blonde in turn revealed a similar mood: the spacious vapour that fogged up behind Ocean’s intimate croon, the volatility in his voice that permeated your soul — it felt like an emotional load that was difficult to bare, yet something necessary that had to be experienced. I was just getting into my first intimate relationship when Blonde came out, and it’s made me realize how much I wanted to make that person happy, and that I couldn’t take any relationship I had for granted. I felt heavy after listening to this record. The sadboi hours memes ring true to its emotional weight. I would flutter to the arpeggios of “Ivy” as Frank sings “I thought that I was dreamin’ when you said you love me,” bop to the duality of “Nights,” and shed a tear to the wistfulness of “Godspeed.” I wonder how much shit Frank had to go through to even get any of these songs on tape. It’s okay. I like to think think that by the end of it all, Blonde was the catharsis he needed to spill his heart out.

1. Tame Impala — Lonerism

At the end of the decade, seeing Kevin Parker as one of the most highly-touted producers and songwriters in pop music would be an observation if you had asked me a decade ago, when Tame Impala’s first record Innerspeaker — an expansive work of art that recalled 60’s guitar psychedelia — first came out. On Lonerism, Parker’s music evolved into something even more seismic and innovative in scope. As the name suggests, Lonerism is a product of disaffection, self-defeat, and isolation. I’d imagine it was as fulfilling to other music fans of a type to detach from the world and just get lost in another’s. There’s a part on “Keep on Lying” where an endless guitar solo is played in the midst of a dinner party being played out; that feeling of getting dragged to a party when you were just a kid but just wanted to pop your headphones on and refuse to interact with anybody. According to Parker, he put in the sample to make the listener feel even more alienated. It’s a powerful feeling that lets anyone listening to the record in on that vulnerable sensation. In spite of that, tracks like “Apocalypse Dreams” and “Elephant” still give us astonishing psych rock bangers while pop gems “Music to Walk Home By” and “Feels like We Only Go Backwards” demonstrate Parker’s guitar pedal gymnastics over vibrant hooks. Although Currents has skyrocketed him into the fame and acclaim that he undoubtedly deserves, this record will always be his opus in my heart. I’ve daydreamed enough times to the music where its world has settled into my subconscious. It’s a world that comes from genius, but it’s also a world that invites you in to escape from the idea of Lonerism itself, to have something shared with you in solitude.

[companionjones]

The Hopper, The Harringtons, And The Hargroves

Requested by: @rachelcarroll1819

Requests:

Could i get a imagine where the reader is the sister of steve Harrington and in a relationship with Billy hargrove and my character is just as close to the party as steve but she a little closer to el and max please and thank you

Could you do a imagine where the reader is the twin sister of steve harrington and in a relationship with Billy hargrove and my character is just as close to the kids as steve but closer with el and max please and thank you if you dont do stranger things can you do a imagine where the reader is the twin sister of barry allen and in a relationship with Leonard snart she has fire powers please

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Harrington!Reader, Sibling!Steve Harrington x Fem!Harrington x Reader, Friends!Jane Hopper x Fem!Harrington!Reader x Max Hargrove

Warnings: Cursing

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    Living in Hawkins, Indiana was more dangerous than one would’ve thought. That would be especially true if one was friends with the people you were friends with. Actually, it was the kids you were friends with. You were in high school, but you spent the majority of your time with middle-schoolers. To anyone looking in from the outside, you would seem pretty lame. However, you kind of had to stay with those kids because with what they got up to, they really needed someone to look after them.

    Luckily, you weren’t the only almost-adult in the group for long. Your brother, Steve Harrington, soon joined you and your ‘party.’ He was a lot more reluctant than yourself, but through an objectively hilarious series of events, it was so.

    When you met Billy Hargrove, you didn’t want a repeat of your brother. The life you, your sibling, and those kids lead was extremely unsafe. The last thing you wanted was someone else you cared about getting roped into you and your friends’ shenanigans.

    You really did care about Billy. The Hargrove was charming, obviously very attractive, and he was so polite to you.

    Unfortunately, the one downside of it all was Steve. Billy hadn’t been very nice to your brother, and though the blonde did try to make amends with Steve after meeting you, Steve still had trouble with letting the water flow under the bridge.

    One night, you were getting ready for a date with Billy, your then boyfriend of over a month, and you had Jane and Max over to help you put a nice outfit together.

    Jane smiled upon seeing you in your dress. “Very pretty.”

    Max smirked, “Yeah, you look hot. It sucks you’re wasting this on my brother.”

    Giggling, you play scolded the red-head. “Max, be nice. Your brother’s sweet.”

    She rolled her eyes. “Well, now he’s sweet because of you.”

    You tried your best to hide your blush.

    “He’s almost here,” Jane informed. It would’ve been an out-of-nowhere statement, but you and Max knew that was just how Jane was.

    As you walked toward the front door, Billy knocked for the first time.

    He failed to hide his smile upon seeing you. “Stunning as always.”

    “Same to you, you handsome man.” Again, you were giggling.

    Jane loved watching the flirting. She was showing her biggest smile you’d seen from her in a while.

    Max felt the same, but she tried not to show it. Though her lips were curved up, she complained, “Oh, come on you guys. Get out of here.”

    Billy chuckled, “Why don’t you get out of here, huh?”

    “What the hell is this?”

    Oh, no. Since Steve had such a problem with being friendly to Billy, you and the Hargrove decided not to tell your brother when you started going out with the blonde. Max and Jane knew the secret, too, along with who it was to be kept from. Needless to say, it was a problem when Steve showed up at the top of the stairs. You didn’t know he had been home.

    “Steve! Hey!” You tried your best to sound disarming.

    He was obviously still pissed. “No, don’t you ‘Hey Steve’ me. How long have you been lying to me? How long has this been going on?”

    “Over a month,” you cautiously murmured.

    It was as if your twin had just learned the most controversial, stunning, and life-changing news yet to have been conceived. After a few exasperated breaths, and after he tried to angrily say something but couldn’t, Steve stormed out of the living room. Everyone else could hear his bedroom door slam shut.

    Billy asked after a moment too long of silence, “You think we should’ve told him about us?”

    “Yeah,” you sighed. Suddenly there was more than one exasperated person in the house. “Yeah, we should’ve, Hargrove.” Then, you addressed Jane and Max. “I’m gonna go talk to him. You two watch blondie for a while, okay?”

    Jane attentively nodded, but Max groaned, “I’ve been watching him since I was old enough to see him!”

    Chuckling at the red-head’s complaints, you made your way upstairs. “Hey, Harry McPhee.” You didn’t let Steve feelings toward you in that moment affect your ongoing tradition of making fun of his overly styled hair. “...Come on, let me in,” you encouraged, a little softer. You rested your head against his door, and waited.

    He opened it a few seconds later. You walked in, and he shut the door behind you. For a long time, the two of you stood in silence.

    “So, am I going to be the first to say something, or are you?” you audaciously questioned into the quiet.

    He shrugged passively. “Well, I’m not saying anything.” His tone was stony.

    Rolling your eyes, and taking a big sigh, you decided not to bring up the fact that what he had just said was saying something. Anyway, you licked your lips, and stated, “He’s a nice guy, Steve. He’s not like he was.”

    Your brother scoffed, “Yeah, right.”

    Again, you rolled your eyes. You playfully pushed your brother. “Yeah, right,” you repeated with more of a joking tone than Steve had. You then decided to annoy him for a little bit. “Billy holds doors for me, buys me flowers, kisses me so beautifully--”

    “Ah-ah-ah! Stop it! Shut up!” he shouted, his hands covering his ears.

    Once you calmed yourself down from laughing so hard, you realized that you and your brother had moved to the floor. Both your backs were against the side of his bed.

    Steve’s next words took you by surprise. He mumbled, “So, he’s good to you?”

    A smile couldn’t help but spread across your cheeks. “Yeah, Steve. He is. He really is.”

    For another few moments, Steve was quiet again. Then, “Okay.”

    “Really?” you inquired, eyebrows raised, legitimately surprised.

    He nodded, “Yeah. You can date him, Y/n.”

    “Well, I was already dating him,” you quickly skimmed past, “but thank you!” You brought Steve in for a tight hug before getting up and running back downstairs.

    In the living room, you found Max whisper-yelling at Billy as she tried to retie his tie. Jane was off to the side, trying her best to hold in her giggles. Apparently, Max didn’t approve of how her brother fixed his necktie.

    “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down. Comer here,” you motioned the tall blonde over to you. When Billy was within reach, your tried your turn at tying.

    Max seemed to like your version of it.

    Jane, who had just learned the thumbs-up motion, gave you double the sentiment.

    As you finished with his tie, Billy asked you, “What did Steve say?”

    “I said ‘You better not hurt her.’” Steve had suddenly showed up in the entrance of his and your living room. “Understood?”

    Billy nodded seriously, “Understood, Harrington.”

    Steve took steps toward your boyfriend. “Better be, Hargrove.” Your brother shook his hand. “Better be.”

    “Yeah, okay...Remember guys, I’m the one with a boyfriend here...,” you suspiciously drawled, glancing between the two boys, and their prolonged handshake. “Anyway, sorry to tell you this, Stevie.” You quickly took your boyfriend’s hand, and headed for the door. “But can you watch the girls until I get back? I sorta told their parents they’d be sleeping over tonight. Oh, and could you also check on Will and the rest of the boys? They’re all over Mike’s tonight, and his parents and Nancy are out for the night. I should be back by twelve. Love you, bye!” You slammed the door in his face. You only felt half bad that you left your brother with what seemed like all the responsibilities in the world. You and Billy raced off to his car, only stopping for a minute to make out before taking off into the night.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it! If you would like to read more, I have more fics on Stranger Things over on my page, along with other fics on other fandoms. You should go check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, multi-chapters, headcannons, and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3

[nuka-nuke]

OC Interview!

tagged by no one, i live freely

I tag @radbeetle, @southernstar-s, @leporidaefluff, @life-is-no-sugarlicking, @courierspikeee, @ariejul and @amalthemir

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer them as that OC.

3. Tag 5 people to do the same.

1. What is your name?

“Avdotyan Ilyich Luzhkov-Valle... But Ilyana is all you need to know.”

2. Do you know why are you named that?

“My father wanted a daughter. He was disappointed in me from the second I was born and didn’t bother to pick a different name. When I got older, he couldn’t even call me Ilya, he called me the feminine version, y’know? I guess I just wasn’t worthy of having his name. Fuck ‘em.”  

3. Are you single or taken?

“That depends- are you looking?”

4. Have any abilities or powers?

“One time, I swore I was able to read people’s minds. Turns out I was just really high.”

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

“Ha! I don’t know her, but interesting insult?”

6. What’s your eye color?

“Blue. Nearly white. People tell me they’re creepy. Guess I’m blessed.”

7. How about your hair color?

“It used to be blond, and I would dye it black when I could. Now it’s white as fuck.”

8. Have any family members?

“My mother, rest her soul... My father, may he burn in hell, where he belongs. My husband is gone. My son is dead.”

9. Oh? How about pets?

“Pff, I’ve got a whole theme park full of raiders, do they count? They’re about as disgusting as animals.”

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?

“I don’t like talking about myself. Ahh, wait...”

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

“I do still love to cut hair, but that’s fucking useless when the only people around me would rather lob it off with a combat knife. So I guess just sewing.”

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

“What are we talking here, mentally? Emotionally? Financially? Physically? Because yes, all of the above.”

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

“I’ve killed many people before. You think I became Overboss by holding hands and singing? Please. This isn’t the fucking Minutemen.”

14. What kind of animal are you?

“Snake. That’s the reason for the tattoo, yeah?”

15. Name your worst habits?

”I bite my fingers. It’s gross, I know, but I’ve done it since I was a kid and it’s impossible to stop.”

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

”... Mike is pretty tall, I guess I look up to him. Heh.”

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

”Bisexual. Why would I restrain myself to one when both are so sexy in their own ways, right?” 

18. Do you go to school?

“No. I’ve got other things to worry about.”

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

“Tried that. Didn’t end well.”

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

“I’m sure I do. I’m just so fucking charming. Hell if I keep track of any of them, though.” 

21. What are you most afraid of?

“I’m not afraid of anything anymore. I’ve already seen the worst.”

22. What do you usually wear?

“I’ve got a sweater that looks like shit and some armor made by the Institute. Otherwise... Not too much.”

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

“Nuka-Cola Quantum is the only food I can never get enough of.”

24. Am I annoying to you?

“Nahh. It takes much more than incessant questioning to annoy me.”

25. Well, it’s still not over!

{thumbs up}

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

“High class. I am the boss, after all.”

27. How many friends do you have?

“Fuck does that matter. I’ve got some.”

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

“God, those ones in the claw machines? I think they’re fucking cursed. How could anything look that good after this long? Well. Besides me, of course.”

29. Favorite drink?

“Nuka-Cola Quantum... Bourbon... but never together.”

30. What’s your favorite place?

“I like the Galactic Zone. Trust me on this: Go to Nuka-Galaxy, sit up on one of those light-up UFOs, take some Daytripper. It’s... an experience.”

31. Are you interested in anyone?

“... I guess you could say that.”

32. That was a stupid question…

“No question is a stupid question if you ask it confidently enough.”

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

“Ocean. There’s just something about it, I guess. Lakes are trapped, but the ocean flows free.” 

34. What’s your type?

“I haven’t really got one ‘type’. It’s a person’s personality that draws me in, they’ve got to be interesting to me in some way... God, but I am weak for accents. Nati had the cutest accent.”

35. Any fetishes?

“You wanna find out?~”

36. Camping or outdoors?

“Isn’t camping inherently outdoors already? Fuck if I’m ever sleeping on the dirt, I’d just stay awake all night instead.”