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chaos-and-sparkles · 11 months

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All the outrage about "chai" as Pav's ship abbreviation was fucking stupid

Ok so. I may be late to this discourse but by gods am I going to put this out there anyway bc this shit has been FRUSTRATING me for a while okay.

USING 'CHAI' AS AN ABBREVIATION FOR PAVITR IN SHIP NAMES IS NOT FUCKING PROBLEMATIC OR STEROTYPING OR WHATEVER DUMB SHIT I'VE SEEN (mostly non-Indian)PEOPLE SCREAMING ABOUT OUT HERE ON MY DASH. GO TOUCH SOME GRASS, Y'ALL, FIND BETTER PROBLEMS IF YOU'RE SO PRESSED TO BE MAD ABT SOMETHING!!

I'm Indian and I am so so sick and tired of, from what I can tell, mostly white people getting mad about Pav's ship abbreviation being chai??

No no. Go on. Find me my fellow Indians spearheading the conversation about 'chai' being a problematic name. Show me where the droves of offended desis are. And I don't mean just a few Indians agreeing with the "chai is stereotypical" thing while non-Indians lead the conversation, I mean the Indians being the majority of the conversation. Since, you know, that's how it would and should be if it's actually such an offensive deal to Indians, right? We all have social media. It's not like we're waiting to be spoken for. Surely there should be at least as many, if not more, offended Indians about the chai thing as I've seen white people on here. I'll wait.

Obviously I don't speak for all Indian people, I'm just one person, but from what I've seen and what I can tell, there don't seem to be any actual Indian people getting offended or claiming his name being 'chai' is Bad and Evil and Offensive and Stereotyping?? All I see are non-Indian people getting so damn offended on our behalf???

I loved his ship name being chai. I loved the representation. I loved the desi tadka, I remember when I exited the theater after ATSV and scoured through my social media and saw "chaipunk" and "chaiflower" and everything with chai going around. I was so fucking elated to see an ethnic word being used in the tagosphere!! It made my Indian heart so happy to see an Indian character who is so so close to my heart be represented with an Indian cultural word.

But nooooooo apparently we can't have nice things, because people just had to white knight about it. Apparently it is harmful and stereotypical to be using chai as his ship name.

Clearly, we gotta change it to golden. Or something similarly English and white-sounding and you know, inoffensive.

So, because I want to nitpick all the arguments I've heard as to why using "chai" is bad, let's go point-by-point:

It's reductive, you're describing a character by just one thing - yes well noted, that's literally what ship names are for. They are shorthand for characters to remember them by, they're supposed to be memorable one-liners to go by for them. It doesn't "reduce their whole personality to one bit" or "define them" or whatever - by that logic, is Miles' entire personality "flower", or Hobie's entire personality "punk"?? Gwen's just a "ghost" then, huh?? The whole POINT of a ship abbreviation is to be short and memorable. And chai is a whole fucking lot more memorable than "golden" or "shine" or whatever - those alternatives aren't even based in canon?? They are just purely fanon interpretations. Meanwhile chai is actually based in canon and a really memorable line from it too. I've had friends who were so confused as to who the golden abbreviation is for and then asking me how it's related to Pav when they browsed through the tags, but whenever they heard "chaipunk" and stuff they got it without me having to explain shit. Also, y'all are reading the Indian reaction to the chai-tea thing very wrong if you think we are offended by chai being a memorable bit about him - we are literally the ones most hyped about the chai-tea thing? You have no idea how loud the Indian theaters cheered at that line and how many Indian-made edits have been circulating. Again, with the caveat that I speak for my experienced social circle and not every Indian to ever exist, WE LOVE THE CHAI THING. It is a really lovable and memorable bit to us - one that has endeared his character to so many of us so quickly! So I have no idea where the idea that we're offended by the chai-tea line being memorable came from, but y'all really need to go out and talk to some desis before speaking and getting mad for us.

It's stereotypical - Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't realize an Indian character named with an Indian ethnic word about an Indian cultural drink is stereotyping, now. Just say you felt called out by the chai tea bit or got tired of how much people were talking about it or didn't like having to learn and use an ethnic word and be done with it. Now, to be completely fair, this is the point in the argument that holds the most water. I have seen a lot of fanart and fanfic in the very early days of ATSV fan content, quite far down the tag at this point, that reduced Pav's entire personality to chai, just made him the tea guy, made him so chai obsessed it was quite OOC and annoying and yes it did feel pretty stereotypical. That kind of thing is extra obvious in some NSFW arts I've seen around, that really give me the ick because that is not necessary, that is actually just weird and smells a little like fetishizing. But long story short, yes, Pav's character did tend to be reduced to chai in the early fan content. But guess what. That kind of thing happens to every side character in beloved media until more creators get their hands on them, adopt them as their blorbos, and make more developed characters and content out of them!!! Every side character that has a memorable bit gets overused in that bit until more creators get on board to flesh them out! Or have we forgotten "AND PEGGY!", "Honor", "ONIONS!!" and other miscreants? Surely those are ALSO stereotyping then, right? Also. Even if Pav's early fan content with chai was veering towards overuse and maybe stereotyping. Let's assume that's right. HOW EXACTLY WOULD THE SHIP NAME CHANGE THAT, THEN? The ship name changing wouldn't have done diddly squat about that - he was already getting more developed character in fics and in art before people pushed for his ship name to be changed to something less ethnic sounding. I should know, I was one of the people writing him even then. The tag changing wasn't going to magically change the content. The fan creators did that.

It's unrelated to him, it's stereotypical specifically in that flavour - bitch what. Did we watch the same movie. This point in particular frustrates me so much, because I remember someone on here - I don't remember who - talking about how it makes sense to use "flower" for Miles because his favourite song is Sunflower but in that same sentence saying it's ridiculous to use "chai" for Pav. What logical hoops are you jumping to get to this conclusion, my sibling of the sea? If we can use "flower" for Miles - which was literally a song he sang once, maybe twice, in the first movie, never even saying it was his favourite but just showing us he liked it - then it makes just as much sense to use "chai" for Pavitr? Pav literally says he drinks chai every day with Maya Aunty, it's linked to his life and family, and he clearly liked and thought of it as important enough to put it in his intro speech. Also, as an Indian, in my experience at least chai is a very important and yet casual cultural thing for us, that a lot of us have a connection to in our everyday lives and it makes sense for him to have it too. It's not like people are just seeing the Indian character and automatically labelling him with chai - he talks about it, he likes chai, it's not out of nowhere. Also, if we're talking about how related the abbreviation is, HOW is "golden" related??? That is even more out of nowhere??? Everyone I've asked seems to have a different justification of why golden is used. From bc he's a golden boy to golden bc of his bangles or vibes - they're all speculative and based almost entirely in fanon. Like. Chai is so much more related.

Also. Using chai? IT'S NOT A BIG FUCKING DEAL. It's just a word. It is normal to me, to us Indians, as normal as using any other word in English, or Hindi, or our regional languages. I don't see why it's such a big deal that it needs to be changed to something English. It's literally just like if you made his abbreviation "tea" - except now you've taken the desiness out of it. Congratulations.

This isn't a cause I'm going to die mad about or anything. It's just been slowly annoying and eating away at me to see so many, again from what I can tell mostly non-Indian people, being mad about chai being his ship abbreviation. It feels like a bit of a gut punch to the part of me that was so happy to see this tiny part of myself and my language and culture represented in a character I love. As my friend once said, "chaipunk sounds like a cool punk movement I'd join. goldenpunk just sounds white."

The straw that finally broke the camel's back and got me posting about it is this realization that I had:

All the hue and cry to change Pavitr's ship name from "chai" to the more 'acceptable' "golden"? It reeks an awful lot of whitewashing.

People literally got so offended about an Indian character having an Indian ship abbrev that they clamoured till it got changed to something English. It leaves a very off taste in my mouth when I think about it like this.

So yeah.

#pavitr prabhakar #spiderman atsv #chaipunk #goldenpunk #chaiflower #goldenflower #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv pavitr #across the spiderverse #pavitr my beloved #indian stuff #desi starr being mad about desi stuff #starr rambles #long post #i think?#for the record use whatever ship name you like i wont yell at you for using golden or whatever #but im so tired of the people yelling at me and others for using chai

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tinyboxxtink · 1 year

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Summer Of '87

Part 2

Okay i don't know if this will be more than a OS but i had this idea, and if it turns into a series I thought it would be cute to stay with my "seasons" theme.

First off no it does lookn't have anything to do with SB 86, new story.

You go to a CC show with your friends, but run into Eddie in a bathroom. But it's not your typical "meet in the bathroom and fuck" kind of meeting.

What kind is it? You'll have to see!

I'm gonna go ahead and import my tag list from SB 86 in case they wanna read it. If you want to be removed let me know.

Andddd if you haven't read my other Eddie x Reader saga, here it is.

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It was a hot summer night in Chicago, Illinois and you were at a sold out Corroded Coffin show at The Chicago Theater. It was amazing. Better than you expected,, if you were being honest. You had gone with three of your friends who were rabid CC fans, you were just the designated driver.

After the show of course your girls wanted to try and get pictures with the band, especially the lead guitarist Eddie Munson. But he was notoriously anti stage door for some reason. Many speculations were that he was a snob, others were that he liked to be mysterious. You thought maybe he just didn’t like people, which you could totally relate to. It wasn’t that you were anti-social, you were just very particular with people you chose to tolerate and spend time with.

So at the present time, your friends were making a game plan in the lobby to ambush the band. They had seen the bus parked in an alleyway nearby, and there were only so many ways to reach it from the theater.

While they were plotting you decided to go to the restroom. They were extremely drunk and on a mission, god knows how long it would take before you saw another opportunity to pee.

You finished up and walked out the door only to bump into someone. You fell to the ground, cursing out loud.

“Shit!” You cried, quickly standing hoping no one but this stranger noticed you fall on your ass. “Watch where you're--”

Suddenly you realized you were face to face with Eddie Munson.

“Please don’t--” he started to ask you to remain calm, which was fine with you. Unfortunately for him though, the commotion had alerted your friends. They immediately started shrieking and ran over to the two of you.

“OHMYGOD EDDIE MUNSON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!”

“HAVE MY BABIES EDDIE!!!!!”

“GOD YOU’RE SEXIER IN PERSON!!!!”

They all screeched over each other as you pulled yourself away from the three way death grip they had on him now. You just stood for a moment and laughed at your friends’ idiocy, until you saw something you didn’t expect in a million years.

Eddie was scared.

Of course none of your drunk companions could tell while they fangirled all over him, but you saw the look in his eyes as they basically ripped him to shreds.

“HEY!!!!” Suddenly a voice boomed out of nowhere. You all turned to see the other members of CC stomping over, shooing them away.

“Why won’t he talk!?” your friend asked obnoxiously.

“We just wanted a picture!” another one cried as she held out her camera.

“Get outta here, no pictures!” The drummer barked at them as the other members hurried Eddie away.

“You guys are DICKS!!!!” Your final friend screamed angrily. “You can’t take four seconds to talk to your fans?! You know we drove all the way from Toledo for this!!!!”

“Right, great, That’s awesome.” another band member rolled their eyes. “That doesn’t mean he owes you anything. Thank you for coming to the show. Now LEAVE,”

Your three friends made sounds of horror and offense as they stomped off to God knows where, but for some reason you stayed where you were. The band members didn’t notice you since they hadn’t seen the bumping and only rolled up on the girls accosting him.

“Hey man, it’s Gareth.” one man said softly to a now trembling Eddie. “They’re gone now, we gotta get you out of here.”

Eddie stayed crouched, whimpering and making other distressed noises while still trembling.

“Just grab him and go man, we don’t have time for this!” another member said rather rudely.

“You know we can’t move him when he gets like this man!” Gareth said equally annoyed back. “We just have to wait it out.”

“Gar we don’t have TIME!!!” Another member spoke up. “The longer we stand here, the longer we risk more chicks coming and losing their minds!”

“Uh-- excuse me--” You piped up as you took a step forward. All the men stopped arguing and stared at you, minus Eddie who was focused on the floor.

“SEE?!” the same member exclaimed angrily. “It’s already happening!!!”

“Look lady, Eddie can’t--” one guy started.

“I think i can help,” you interrupted him while the rest of the group stared at you in confusion.

“Help?” one band member laughed condescendingly. “How are you gonna--”

“Shut up man!” Gareth hit him. “If she wants to help, let her.”

“FIne,” he rolled his eyes.

You took this as approval to approach Eddie. You got down on his level while being careful not to touch him.

“Eddie? I’m Y/N, I--” you started introducing yourself but disapproving huffs and stares from the bandmates made you pause. Right, no need for introductions right now.

“Hey, can you look at me? Please?” you said softly.

To everyone’s shock and awe, Eddie obeyed you. His whimpers died to little sounds as he looked up at you HIs dark chocolate brown eyes were bloodshot from crying, his hair was a mess, So different from the bad ass you had seen on stage just minutes ago.

“Okay, see my hand?” You held your hand up with five fingers facing him. “I want you to pretend each of my fingers is a birthday candle, and blow each of them out, slowly.”

“This is so stupid--” the ornery band member scoffed but the other band mates quickly hit and shushed him while Eddie did what you said.

As he blew each “candle” out, his breath became more steady and his whimpers subsided. After the last blow, his was completely calm, leaving the band members stunned.

“How….how did you…?”

“I get panic attacks too,” you answered before he finished asking.

“Panic attacks?” one man asked. “What are those?”

“Obviously what just happened, idiot!” another guy smacked his head.

“Can you come with us?” Gareth suddenly asked you as the others helped Eddie stand up and shake himself off.

“.....Excuse me?” you laughed with disbelief and amusement.

“EXCUSE ME?” they all exclaimed.

“Just to the next show!” He clarified. “We’re heading to Toledo before our last stop back in our hometown. We could just drop you off, and you can tell us how to deal with---these things,”

“Oh I’m not from Toledo--” you started to explain.

“Really? So you weren’t with those banshees?” a band member snickered.

“I mean, yeah technically but I’m only their DD--” you started to explain.

“Oh that’s why she’s so calm, she doesn’t even like us!” another chimed in.

“I like you!” You tried to defend yourself. “Just--- not enough to pay to see you,”

“Right,” one chuckled. “Much better--”

“Man shut up,” Gareth scolded him. “At least that means she’s not crazy.”

“So you’re not from Toledo?” one asked.

“No, I just went to college there,” you stated. “And then I came here for graduate school, and--” you paused. Why were you telling them your life story?

“Look it’s summer, they came here to go to this show and i was going to drop them off on my way home back to my hometown. Which i’m pretty sure you’re going NOWHERE near.

“Why’s that?”

“It’s a small town in indiana,” you replied.

The band members looked at each other, Eddie included. The chances of you being from their hometown were slim to none. But, it wasn’t like you’d know where they were from since you weren’t really a “Fan”. So you wouldn’t lie about it just so they would take you where they lived.

“Hawkins?”

“What?” You took a step back. “How do you know--”

“That’s where we’re from.” Eddie finally spoke. “How do you not know that?”

“She doesn’t really like you man--” one band member started to tell him.

“Hey!!” you cried defensively yet again. “Don’t tell him that. If there’s anything I like about the band, it’s him.”

Wait, should you have admitted that? You couldn’t lie, CC music was just too “metal” for you. But Eddie Munson, he was a gorgeous man. In fact you started to ask yourself his question. How was it possible you didn’t know of them?

“So you will come with us then, for Eddie?” Gareth grinned.

“What, just because I find him attractive doesn’t mean I'll just hop on your--”

“You think I'm attractive?” Eddie’s eyes briefly lit up.

Shit. You always got too blunt when you were emotional, and for some reason knowing Eddie was there this whole time was making you strangely emotional.

“I have to take my friends home,” you ignored his question.

“What if we paid for them to get home, and you came with us?” Gareth asked.

“That makes zero sense--”

“Well there’s no chance in hell they’re getting on our bus, so that’s all I'm offering.” he folded his arms.

“Okay well thanks for the ‘generous’ offer there bud, but i think I’ll just--”

“Please?” Eddie asked with a puppy dog pout.

Fuck. He was adorable. Fuccccckkkkk…..

“Fine,” you said without hesitation, causing snickers from the group. They stopped abruptly when Eddie promptly glared at them.

“Great!” Gareth smiled as he pulled out a big wad of cash and handed it to you. “Give this to the hounds, and we’ll meet you at the bus in an hour.”

“You want me to just give them money? To do what, exactly?” You stared at him but the band was already walking away.

“There’s a train that goes through Ohio,” Eddie answered you. “Just tell them that.”

“,,,,Right….” you said skeptically.

“I’ll see you soon,” he smiled that panty melting smile at you.

And with that, he was gone.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #corroded coffin #summer of '87

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capobegone · 2 years

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My Thoughts on the Swordsmith Village Movie!

Alright y’all, this goes without saying, but I’ll announce it anyway:

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE KNY MOVIE. IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE SPOILED, DO NOT PROCEED. DO NOT PASS GO. DO NOT COLLECT 200 DOLLARS.

Anyway. Now that that’s said and done, let’s begin! Here are my favorite parts, in no particular order.

-GOTOU. GOTOU THE KAKUSHI. He’s always been my favorite background character; he only shows up a few times but somehow he is around SO MUCH for the key events in Tanjiro’s journey. His abdominal breathing to scream for the butterfly girls was fantastic because a) abdominal breathing really is effective to project, from a vocalist’s standpoint, and b) it goes to show that even if he can’t wield a sword or use a breath technique, he still understands the importance of proper breath support! Good for you, Gotou-san!

-My theater’s audience laughed the most at Inosuke hanging from the ceiling. That was a hit. I already knew it was gonna happen but I was laughing too because I was just so giddy!! They also really enjoyed the scenes of Tengen’s wives arguing while he’s dying of poisoning. A classic.

-ZENITSU IN HIS LITTLE SCARF. SHUT THE FRONT DOOR.

-But seriously, I enjoyed the scene of Zenitsu with the other slayers and Gotou with his Kakushi friend. It gives us a rare glimpse into daily corps life when one is not fighting extremely important battles against upper moons.

-They recapped bits from the previous episode in the beginning of the swordsmith village arc, so we got to watch poor Kagaya choking and gagging on his own blood TWICE, BACK TO BACK. Which, as much as I love him dearly and felt awful for him, it was kinda funny. Side-note, Amane is a GOAT for sticking with him and taking care of him during all of this. She’s a queen through and through.

-Mitsuri. Oh, Mitsuri, the love of my life. I want to kiss her little face. Her voice actor is so wonderful!! Watching her play with Nezuko and easily pick her up and hold her hand was so heartwarming!! Her little song about dinner made my heart sing too!! The little sparkle edits whenever she got excited!! Mitsuri-chan, please be my wife. Just, uh, don’t tell Obanai.

-Also, the hot spring scene?? Hello?? I had seen the leaks, but they didn’t do it justice. I was not expecting them to fully show her entire butt. With both cheeks. I was gripping the seat for dear life so I didn’t screech out loud. Ufotable really went for it with the Mitsuri fanservice, and as much as my feminist side wants to disagree with this, I am unfortunately too gay to care. I shamelessly enjoyed every second of it.

-Speaking of hot springs, the crow noise that Tanjiro made when he jumped in took me OUT. And baby Nezuko swimming by was SO CUTE I CAN’T TAKE IT. UGH.

-AND ALSO: GENYA!! I LOVE GENYA!! I’m so so excited to see more of him! The talk Tanjiro and Mitsuri had about his relationship with Sanemi made me sad, but then them worrying about him not eating enough and going to bring him some rice balls made it okay again.

-Speaking of which… why was Genya skipping his meals? Was he just avoiding Tanjiro and Mitsuri? Did he bring his own food like they hypothesized? Was his tummy messed up from eating demon, like Gyoumei always worried it would be? Seeing as he still had fangs, it had probably happened recently, and if demons can’t eat human food…am I over analyzing? I think I’m over analyzing.

-The snapping of Gyutaro breaking Tanjiro’s fingers in surround sound made the woman next to me physically recoil. Girl, same. Shit was nasty.

-NEZUKO SLITHERING AROUND UNDER THE TABLE LMAOO

-The little tease of Muichiro at the end. Come on man, I want MORE!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME!!

-The entire upper moon meeting. Wow. The animation was insane. Good lord, the infinity castle was wonderfully confusing! It was a little overwhelming with all the flashes and transitions, but it helped that Akaza was in just as much of a state of sensory overload as the rest of us. Man did NOT want Douma touching him on top of everything else that was rubbing his temper the wrong way, and Douma could not have given less of a damn. But wow, did they make Douma such a funny little dude!! Crawling all over the floor and flashing peace signs and such. How wonderful. The scene of Nakime immediately shutting him down was glorious.

-Not sure if I’m the hugest fan of the way they just. Blipped out? I guess I always imagined Nakime would make them doors to go in and out of the infinity castle, so it felt a liiiiittle underwhelming. But, of course, that’s just me.

-Akaza falling was sick as hell. I just know he thought he was super cool. Which…yeah, he totally was. What can I say, I love him. Akaza punching off Douma’s face only to immediately get in trouble with Kokushibo? *chef’s kiss*

-But…the credits. They left in all of the credits, which was just a teeny bit awkward. I was just sitting there staring at them (I cannot read Japanese and I saw it subbed) and anxious out of my MIND to see swordsmith village! (Which, the village itself looked gorgeous, by the way!) Still, I think it was absolutely worth the wait.

Overall, it was just such a fun experience!! I’ve never been to a movie on my own before, and I’m so glad this was the first one. It was so, so epic and I enjoyed myself thoroughly! Planning on going to see it again with my sister when she’s back in town. Easy 10/10 for me, because I just adored every moment with every character!! If you haven’t seen it yet, I encourage you to do so! :D

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #swordsmith village arc #kny movie spoilers!!#akaza #tanjiro kamado #kamado nezuko #uzui tengen #douma #kanroji mitsuri #tokito muichiro #genya shinazugawa #kagaya ubuyashiki #kokushibo #nakime #zenitsu agatsuma #inosuke hashibira #gyutaro #did I get everyone’s character tags? I hope so lmao I tried

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brendonloverurie · 11 months

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The best day ever!

Eras Tour movie spoilers under cut!

Yesterday (October 19th) I went to the Eras Tour movie! I dressed up as the Lover album cover, and I wore the ME! that I made.

I was a bit late and I missed most of the previews, but luckily I didn't miss any of the movie.

I was literally the only person in that theater who sang the Lover songs. I expected everyone to at least sing the Cruel Summer bridge, but no. Just me. I'm gonna tell myself it's because everybody just got settled in and nobody wanted to be the first.

Cruel Summer felt like such a huge moment for me, I can't even describe it.

I really loved The Man choreography!

The Fearless era is where everbody went wild! Everybody started singing and dancing, and they all ran to the front of the theater. (I stayed in my seat because my glasses only work far away.) It felt like a party where everybody knew everyone and we all vibed. The energy was so cute. 🥹

Willow was such an experience™️

I didn't remember all the words to Tolerate It. 🫣 the part she was knocking dishes off the table was awesome though.

the whole theater SCREAMED when the Reputation snake showed up!

1, 2, 3, LET'S GO BITCH!

Delicate was as pretty as ever.

Don't Blame Me into Look What You Made Me Do is one of the transitions of all time, except for Getaway Car into Cruel Summer on Spotify. Argue with the wall.

I was a little disappointed that there was only one Speak Now song, but ENCHANTED!!! 🤩 so pretty ahhhh.

The Red era made me so nostalgic. 🤧

22 was super fun, and her giving the 22 hat to a little girl was so cute! Immortalized forever.

Weeeeeee are never ever ever getting back together! So much fun!

I Knew You Were Trouble was super high energy!

All Too Well isn't even one of my top songs, but something about it was so POWERFUL. the Red era itself was some of my best singing, but I did my best during All Too Well. Especially "you said if we had been closer in age maybe it would've been fine, and that made me want to DIE!" I could hear the hurt and emotions in my voice. I think something healed though.

The whole theater was in perfect harmony for Betty!

She was so cute during August!

1989 was the absolute loudest of the whole night. Everyone SCREAMED every lyric, and the vibes didn't drop once. I really liked the 1989 choreography.

Surprise songs! The whole theater loved Our Song! And I cried once we got to You're On Your Own Kid. I don't think I could explain it to anyone. It's my song. I did wait ages to see him there. I did find out that he never cared. My friends from home didn't know what to say. I think something actually healed in my heart when she sang it. (Shockingly I didn't mess up my Lover heart.)

Then I wiped my tears cause LAVENDER HAZE!!! 💜

Everyone was amazingly loud during Anti Hero. It was super fun!

I've seen gifs of Vigilante Shit before, but I've never seen it while hearing it too. Mind blown. 🤯

Bejeweled! I can still say I don't remember! I polish up real nice! I had so much fun screaming "NICE!"

Everything about Mastermind was so pretty!

Karma! Yay!

And Long Live for the credits!

After everybody cleared out, the theater was empty! Me and my mom and sister were the only people in there. It felt poetic to walk around an empty theater.

And I got a bucket and cup to keep!

This was seriously the best night ever. Thank you so much @taylorswift for that experience.

#Taylor Swift #Eras Tour #Eras Tour movie #my thoughts #she speaks!

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hopeurokays · 1 year

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WENT AND SAW THE ERAS TOUR MOVIE LIKE AN HOUR AGO AND AHHHHHHHHHH. IT WAS SO GOOD (spoilers under the cut)

so my movie theater didn't have popcorn buckets bc their shipment is currently lost

but i got a cup and a poster

i planned on making like 50 bracelets but ended up only making like 20

which is good though cause pretty much nobody had bracelets to trade

i traded 1 and gave out all but 2

i don't know how people don't cry the entire concert

bc i almost cried several times during the movie so the actual concert i think would have me dead

so now im gonna go by era and discuss it

lover:

the opening made me cry

i whisper sung the beginning bc it was still kinda awkward and nobody else was singing loud

until the cruel summer bridge

then we all sung it loud

i LOVE the man and loved getting to see the things i hadn't noticed from tiktok (like the specific dance moves, etc)

the man and lover also made me cry a bit

im so upset she cut the archer

its not even my favorite song or anything but still

fearless:

iconic guitar spins 🫶🏻

everyone did the heart hands, it was so sweet

it was so cute seeing her band sing with her, they're adorable

fearless spins made me cry

love story almost made me bawl, but i held it together

i can remember being in kindergarten and saying my favorite song was love story so thinking about that made me want to sob

evermore:

THEY CUT NO BODY NO CRIME

i was so excited when i realized it was filmed

and then SHE CUT IT

anyways

marjorie made me cry

tolerate it was a materpiece (as expected)

so was champagne problems

reputation:

honestly no words

look what you made me do honestly almost made me cry

when all the other taylors were in the boxes

but still it was all soooooo good

speak now:

enchanted made me tear up

im so glad she wore the purple dress for filming

SHE CUT LONG LIVE 😭😭😭

ik it's the perfect end credit song but still

we wouldn't mind to hear it again

will forever be upset

red:

ngl 22 got me

it was the only one that made me cry

and like i cried like a baby when she gave the 22 hat

i expected it to be kobe bryant's daughter, but it still got it

i was bawling in my seat

but then the rest was really nice

i loved screaming atw

folklore:

ive never seen video of her performing the 1 all the way through and loved it

also betty made me cry

but betty was the first song off folklore id ever heard and was made me listen to her new music so it holds a special place in my heart

also there was a little girl who got up during betty and started dancing, like throwing arms above her head and everything

and she did that for most of folklore

she was a mood tbh

I CANT BELIEVE SHE CUT CARDIGAN

WHYYYYYY

1989:

none of these made me cry, i was too busy dancing lol

they were all really fun

i loved the clubs smashing the car

also i love that she wore the pink one

i just like that outfit best

surprise songs:

i can't say im surprised it was our song and yoyok

and i absolutely loved them

but i was really hoping she would find a way to put all of the songs she sung in la on there

especially you are in love

i wouldve cried and died and just stayed there forever

but yoyok made me cry during the bridge

midnights:

i LOVE the purple jacket/dress combo

kinda freaked out when i realized id have to sit beside my mom during vigilante shit...

but she didn't say anything

i loved the vibes of this era too

other/end credits:

the bracelet part was so cute and clever

and i love the fan moments/bloopers

i do kinda wish the credits would've been styled more like rep tour's was

i also loved the transitions to each era and the text for the album name

it was all really cute

and i loved how taylor was still being goofy

i was worried it wouldn't be as silly as the shows usually are

but im glad it was, it made it feel more authentic

also the quality of everything was SO good

overall i loved it and if you're debating on going just do it (im thinking about going with my friends to watch it a 2nd time...). I'd give it like 1000/10 tbh

#eras #eras tour #taylor swift #the eras tour #eras tour film #eras movie #eras movie spoilers

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ashintheairlikesnow · 3 years

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Right Now

CW: Political protest turns into riot, violence perpetrated against protesters, BBU-specific political violence, trauma response, PTSD. There is a bit at the end that echoes the aftermath of school violence, so stay safe.

For @amonthofwhump’s 12 Days of Whump Day 11: Sensory Overload

TIMELINE: During Chris's college years but before the Speak Out Arc

There’s some kind of protest happening on campus.

Chris looks over across the span of green between the sidewalk he’s on and the Student Center’s main entrance, pausing with his hands on his backpack straps. He can’t even see the doors, there’s got to be like three hundred people over there. More than that. Maybe five hundred.

A thousand?

However many, he sure can’t count them.

Well, there goes my plan to get coffee before Theater as Collaborative Art, he thinks, a little disgruntled. It’s going to be hard to focus without like… a little caffeine. Maybe if he catches Dr. Ysabel before class starts, she’ll let him drink some of hers from the drip pot she keeps going all day.

It tastes scorched, but hey, it’s better than nothing-

The sound of the crowd - shouting, chanting at least two different things at the same time, someone with a bullhorn shouting back - makes Chris’s head start to hurt, derailing his thoughts. The protest is facing the other way, and he can’t really see what’s written on the signs. But if the noise is this loud and overwhelming from here, he can’t imagine being any closer to it.

“What, what, what’s going on?” He asks no one in particular.

A guy walking the opposite way down the same path, a couple years younger than he is, stops as well, shading his eyes with one hand. “Must be the thing about the football team.”

“What about them?” Chris blinks, turning away from the protest to look at the guy. He’s vaguely familiar, the way that people you see every day but never speak to start to be recognizable. He’s been behind Chris in line at the coffeeshop a bunch, and he’s definitely seen him at the library studying before.

The guy shrugs. “You didn’t hear?”

Chris gives a shy, almost apologetic smile. “I’m not-... not super into, um, football.”

“Yeah, neither am I, but this shit has been like… one hundred percent of the student TV channel news coverage?”

“Oh. I… haven’t been on campus much-”

“Oh, yeah, okay. Well, anyway, WRU made like a huge fucking donation to our football team. Like fucking enormous, but the strings are that they’re going to rename the building after the CEO. The football team all signed this statement refusing the money, but the admin of course is like, you’re just our athletes, nobody cares about your opinion, you’re just the moneymakers. Right? So then the football team is refusing to play until they give the money back, a bunch of alumni went nuts over it, everyody’s losing their shit. Even Vincent Shield made a statement, that actor who’s super into pet lib?”

“Yeah... yeah, I’ve, um, um, heard of him.”

“Yeah, so. It’s all that lib shit. They’re trying to get the Dean to give the money back, he said no, now they’re screaming at him to resign and like… saying he belongs in prison for taking money from human traffickers. Plus, someone started a rumor that WRU like fucking abducted the people planning the protests. They turned up just in a normal jail cell but it’s been a whole thing. This girl Haukea set up a whole protest for today, this is just like… the first part.”

“The first part?” Chris brightens at that. “So, um, so, so all those protesters…”

“Oh, this isn’t even half of what’s supposed to show up to the real protest. Plus, there’s some kind of student walk-out tomorrow. I’ll do that, probably, but I’m not really a, you know, organized protest person? But I can tell my mom I just wanted to cut class. She’d kill me if I got arrested for political stuff or like… was too public about it. Bad for my future, or whatever bullshit.”

Chris thinks about how he was supposed to have a different future, once. Before… before whatever happened. Somewhere deep in the haze inside of him, there was a future that wasn’t like this. He swallows. “Well-... the, the, the pets don’t get a future, right?”

“Right. Right.” The guy grins at him. “You got it, man. If there’s this whole group of people just like us, but they’re not even getting the chance to, like… be people… what’s the fucking point of my law degree? Just to buy a big house?”

“Um. Prob-... probably? I, I, I mean from your mom’s-”

“She just doesn’t want me to get hurt, or like, wreck my career before it starts.” The guy rolls his eyes, with the easy, casual affection of a nearly-grown child with a mother he loves unreservedly and remembers without pain. Chris tries to pretend it doesn’t hurt to watch. “She’s really okay. This is just one of those things she struggles with, having, like, political opinions. I think she voted for the weather guy last year for President, you know? And my dad always votes for fucking John the Baptist or some shit.”

“But…” Chris hesitates, fiddling with one of his backpack straps, shifting the weight of the books and notebooks in there. “But, um. But you agree with the, um, the lib movement? The-... the libbers?”

“I mean, sure. Doesn’t everyone these days? Everyone under 30 or with less than a million fucking dollars in the bank, anyway.”

Chris remembers a confrontation, a credit dropped off his record, sitting with a grad student. He remembers a false apology given in a syrupy voice. But he manages a smile. “I, I hope so?”

“Yeah. I figure we’re like… ten years out from when everyone who matters is going to be anti-WRU. Maybe they can actually get some shit done about them, then.” The guy frowns, looking over Chris’s shoulder towards the crowd. “Hey, uh. Something’s going on with the protest, dude.”

Chris turns around to look again, and he hears someone scream. It’s long, drawn out, a sound that hangs in the air with a weight all its own. Even from here, he can hear the crack of something entirely too loud, and he steps back, his heart going still.

“Was that a fucking gun?” The guy asks, eyes suddenly wide, but Chris is shaking his head before he even finishes the question.

“N-No,” he whispers, but he knows what it was. “It’s-... a, a, a… a handler’s… baton. They, they, they turned the electricity on.”

“Oh, shit. WRU-”

The person on the bullhorn is yelling again, but no one is listening. There’s shouting, and the crowd swells, turning in on itself. Even from here he can see a punch thrown at the edges, catches sight of a handler’s uniform in the crowd, a snarling half-smile.

“They, they, they’re fighting,” He whispers. His knees threaten to give out, demanding he drop, Position Two, pray that they’ll take mercy and see he’s not one of the defiant ones, that Handler Petrus will take him to hide somewhere or train instead of being punished-

He catches sight of a familiar head of silvered blond hair at the edge of the crowd, a uniform that he still sees every time he closes his eyes. He doesn’t need to see anything else to tell him it’s time to go, to run, to fucking flee, but his knees lock and he freezes in place. He can’t breathe.

He watches Handler Petrus bring his baton down with a grin, hears the sharp crack, slightly delayed after the visual of the impact. The crackle of electricity fills his ears.

There’s another scream - and then another, and another. Someone grabs at the girl Handler Petrus hit and pulls her away and back. She’s crying, her mouth a wide and horrifying O, and her friend pulls her close and turns. Even as Handler Petrus’s baton comes back down, it hits not the first girl but her friend, flat in the back.

They both drop to the ground, shaking, muscles jerking with the shock.

He can’t breathe.

He can’t move.

The crowd is growing, expanding, and Chris realizes only belatedly that it’s not getting bigger - it’s getting closer.

They’re running.

They’re running right at him.

His mouth opens, and he tries to tell them to stop, to go another way, but no sound comes out but a breathy whistle. He’s screaming at his muscles to do anything, anything at fucking all, but nothing happens.

“Oh, fuck, man, we gotta go,” The guy he’s been talking to says, grabbing him by the wrist and yanking, hard. Chris finally feels his muscles shifting and stumbles after him, tripping over his own feet.

It feels like only a second before they’re swallowed up in the crowd, jostled by people with handkerchiefs tied over their faces and hats pulled down even in the heat, showing only their eyes, pushed by girls in oversized sweaters and short-shorts screaming as their hair blows behind them, accidentally kicked by boys who are trying to protect each other and themselves by forcing their way past anyone slower than they are.

There’s this joke a guy I hooked up with told me once, Kauri had said one time, and his voice pops into Chris’s head, absurdly clear. The noise around him is deafening, but the guy never lets go of his wrist, his fingernails digging in hard enough to draw blood. The pain is the only clear thing in Chris’s mind.

That, and Kauri’s voice.

What was the joke?

“Holy fuck, oh my god, oh my god they can’t just do that-” Someone shrieks right next to his ear, and Chris whimpers. He can feel it in his throat but the sound is lost to the noise of the crowd, laying heavy over his skin like the wrong kind of light.

“Keep running!” It’s the guy he was talking to, pulling hard when Chris starts to slow down, a pain hitching in his ribs with every breath, his heart pounding with panic and adrenaline. “Come on, this way!”

You don’t have to run faster than the bear chasing you, Kauri had said, his head cocked to the side, eyes sparkling. You just have to run faster than the other people you’re with.

Chris thinks, for half a second, that he sees Ben in the crowd, and catches sight of Mari’s unmistakable hair. He opens his mouth to call out to them, only to be slammed into by the entire body of a man who runs right over him when he hits the ground.

There’s a boot against his back, the weight of an entire human on his spine. It disappears but another takes its place, another, heels digging in. He can’t expand his lungs to breathe. He coughs out the last of the oxygen, and he tries to breathe and he can’t.

His lungs are screaming for air but nothing comes. He’s going to be trampled, he’s going to die, he’s going to-

The world gives a sudden lurching spin around him.

He’s back on his feet, gasping, gulping air, and looks up to find… the same fucking guy, gripped like iron onto his arms. “We gotta fucking hide, they’re fucking beating people,” The guy gasps. His face is chalk-white, the same color as the edges of his eyes.

There’s another spike of screaming, an it’s so loud, it’s so fucking loud.

“Wh, wh, what’s y-y-your name?” He whispers, and they’re shoved again. The guy doesn’t answer him, he just takes off to the side, yanking Chris along with him. They’re the ones pushing, now forcing their way towards one of the English buildings. The screaming is too much, it’s bouncing around inside his skull, and if it weren’t for the hand locked around his wrist, he’d just fall to the ground and curl into a ball and wait to be trampled.

They make it to the door, but when the guy pulls on it, it’s locked. “Oh you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me! Open and let us inside!” The guy bangs on the door with his free hand, in a fist, rattling it against the hinges. “Let us in! Please!”

Chris is humming, sound vibrating in his throat but drowned by screaming, by too much noise. There’s always screaming, down the white hallways, muffled behind the doors. He shakes his head, trying to shake it out of him, but it doesn’t get any quieter. He hums louder, rocking, but nothing happens, he can’t get it out of his head.

The door cracks open, and the guy throws himself forward, pulling Chris with him. It’s slammed shut again, and Chris drops to his knees, mouth open, the sound coming out of him less of a hum now and more of a whine.

It’s too much.

It’s too much it’s too much it’s too loud it’s so much noise and touch and fear and hate.

“Why’d you lock the fucking door?” The guy snaps at the people who let him in, who are already looking out the door, watching.

There’s a sudden deafening banging on the door, and Chris lets out a soft cry of alarm, scrambling on all fours away, shoving himself behind a small padded chair and putting his hands up over his head, rocking back and forth.

“Because of that! The WRU people are trying to get into the buildings, too!” A professor is the one who answers, a woman with short hair with pink tips and a tweed jacket. Chris is barely aware of their conversation, clawing at his own head, trying to get out the buzzing static of noise and sensation. There’s at least twenty people crowded here in the lobby, huddled together. The lights are all turned off and the chairs and tables pushed up towards the door to create an easy barricade if they need to buy time.

There’s a pause, they’re watching the crowd run past. Someone whispers, “Now-” and the Professor pushes open the door, pulls a girl inside, the door slams shut again. The girl is sobbing, mascara running in dark streaks down her cheeks, and the professor pulls her close for a hug, brief and crushingly tight, before encouraging her to go further into the building, the others pulling her to them. Someone else hugs her, and whispers it’s all right, you’re okay, you’re okay, we’ve got you.

Chris looks slowly up. He can still see people racing past through the small vertical windows on either side of the door.

One more time, he hears, “Now-... there’s three-” and the professor pulls three protesters in, one after another, one masked and two looking like other kids who got caught up just walking to class, before they even get a chance to knock. As soon as the door latches, there’s a handler, mouth open in a furious snarl, banging on the wood on the other side, trying to force the handle. The group screams, breathy, but the pink-haired professor gives the handler the middle finger with an expression of pure defiant triumph when he can’t get the locked door open. Her jaw is set.

“I’m not fucking afraid of you,” She says, and her voice doesn’t shake.

He slams his hand into the door again, and then turns, running back after the crowd.

“Fucking bastards,” The professor spits. “Beating up people who need help. I hope they all rot in jail. Are we okay, everybody?”

“I-I think we are, yeah-”

Chris whimpers, and the guy from before - who has been standing frozen staring - jerks into motion and turns towards him. He drops into a crouch, reaching out, but Chris flinches violently back, blue hair falling into his eyes. At some point it had been pulled loose of his ponytail, and he realizes only belatedly that it’s hanging around his shoulders, tangled, a little bit sticking to the corner of his mouth.

“Hey, man.” The guy holds his hands up, palms-out. “Hey. Are you okay?”

“So… so, so, so so so much-” Chris says, tears running down his face and his voice rising, shaking his head, jamming his hands back over his ears. “So much, so, so much, so much n-noise-”

“Shut him up!” Someone hisses, but Chris can’t stop. He can’t stop the noises now, he just keeps humming, whimpering, trying to drown out the sounds from outside with the ones that come from within.

“Professor-”

“Take him to my office,” The professor commands, voice level and steady. “Left hallway, third door on the right, Dr. Underhill. Push the bookshelf in front of the door and don’t you dare turn the fucking lights on or open the blinds. The rest of you, go into every fucking room, just a few in each, okay? Not everybody in one, spread out. Close, lock, block the fucking doors, stay safe. I’ll stay here to let people in. When it’s over, I’ll come to the door and you’ll hear me say birdwatching goes both ways. Unless you hear those words, don’t open the fucking door.”

“Y-you listen to Nightvale?”

“Go!”

The small crowd scatters, except for one other girl who refuses to leave the professor alone. The two of them take back up their watch, shoving the door open to pull in any protestor who looks their way, slamming the door shut again behind them.

The guy pulls Chris back to his feet, ushering him down a dark hallway, into an even darker room. The darkness feels comfortable, soothing, reassuring. Safe. When the guy closes the door and pushes the bookshelf in front of it, Chris realizes he can’t hear much of the sounds from outside any longer. They’ve gone quiet, muffled by distance and thick window panes.

He drops to his hands and knees and crawls behind her desk, where he curls up again.

His backpack is lost somewhere, he doesn’t know where he put it. He’ll look when it’s over. Whenever it’s over.

The guy comes around the corner of the desk and drops to the floor as well, sitting with his back to the wall, staring towards the door. His breath starts to slow down, go deep and purposeful, while Chris is still shallow-gasp fast.

“My name’s Josh,” The guy says, eyes slowly closing. His wrists rest on his knees, hands dangling. His backpack’s gone, too. His forehead is shining with sweat. “You asked, earlier. I’m Josh Keller. Who’re you?”

223499, Chris thinks.

“Ch, Chris Stanton,” He whispers, pulling his plastic feather up, sticking in his mouth and closing his teeth around the familiar carved silicone vanes. The no-taste taste fills his tongue, chasing away the iron-taste of fear and his bitten lip.

When did he bite his lip?

His scalp aches, and he’s claws grooves into his scalp, he can feel it. He ignores that, too. There’s a long, long silence. Minutes move with impossible slowness, marked by the ticking of a clock up on the wall.

“Man, I just wanted to go to school to be a lawyer,” Josh says, and gives a bark of bitter, cynical laughter.

“What, what are you going to do now?”

“Oh, I’m still gonna be a lawyer. But now I’m going to, like, design my whole career around making WRU fucking bankrupt.” Josh shakes his head, with a cock-eyed grin utterly devoid of any real humor. “Those assholes just used their fucking shock sticks on college kids.”

“Yeah.” Chris says, thinking, they use them on younger kids than that.

“So, how about you?”

“Wh, what?”

“What’re you majoring in?”

“Um, theater,” Chris says, slowly starting to unfold. “I, I, I study set d-design? For, um. When we did the, the play last year, I-... I built some of the sets?”

“That’s cool, man.” Josh swallows, shivering suddenly. It’s a whole-body shudder visible right through his clothes. “Oh, shit. I gotta-... I gotta call my mom. She’s a news junkie, I bet she already knows-”

His phone vibrates in his pocket, and he shakes his head. When he doesn’t answer it, it rings again.

“That’ll be her. I’m going-... I’m just going to text her and turn it on silent.”

“I, I was already on-... I should check, um, my, my my my phone, too…” Chris’s fingers are shaking, but he manages to find his phone and pull it out of his pocket as well. His screen lights up as he tilts it up to look.

3 missed calls.

3 voicemails.

He can’t stand to put the phone up to his ear and deal with the weight of it, the noise coming directly against his eardrum.

15 messages.

He checks those first. It feels easier.

Jake:

Chris I heard there’s a riot at your college what’s going on are you okay?

Chris?

Call me

Ben:

WRU lost their shit @ the protest today hope u r ok

Mari & I are in the Olderson Building

We’re safe

Call me

Dylan:

Hey man are you on campus right now shit is crazy

Call me

Laken:

hey are you doing anything for lunch today? There’s a new cajun place

holy shit chris don’t you have class right now please be in class please be in class

chris are you okay baby I love you call me please

Nat:

I’m sure you’re okay but please let me know you are

Please give me a call

“My… um.” Chris swallows. His throat is tight, and he talks around the chewable feather in the corner of his mouth. “My… my family is checking on, on, on me, too.”

Kauri:

Antoni and Jake are panicking please call me

He opens up a new message, realizes only when he’s ready to send that he’s got fourteen names in his Contacts that he’s sending it to. So many people, worried about his safety. His family. His eyes close against a new rush of tears as he types, and he presses SEND.

I’m okay. I can’t talk right now but I’m okay. Hiding out with guy named Josh. I’m not hurt. We got caught in it but we’re okay. Please don’t call me, we have to stay quiet. I love you.

He doesn’t see it, but one by one his friends and family - the people who love him - check their phones, let out a sigh of relief, and slump backwards. Jake pulls Antoni and Kauri both in for a hug, Kauri wiping tears from his eyes. Laken puts a hand over their mouth and stares out the window. Then, they pick up their phone and call their mother.

Ben and Mari tip their heads together, and she puts her arms around him, where they hide with a group of other protesters in the back of a practice room in the music building. Dylan, sitting in his dorm room, exhales and looks back at the news, where footage of the riot is playing next to a news anchor who looks like he isn’t sure what to say.

At her house, Nat sits on the porch with her head in her hands, and only after she sees the text does she allow herself to start crying. Her shoulders shake and tears drip onto her blue jeans, darkening circles there that dry in the sun leaving only a hint of salt behind.

By the time he calls her back, her voice will be steady and even, and there will never be a sign of how scared she was for him. She will come across as having always been certain he would be fine. She makes sure her rescues never know how scared she is, no matter what happens.

But she’s alone right now, so... so right now, she can cry.

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chummywchimmy · 3 years

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BOY IN LUV

CHAPTER 1

PAIRING : Yan! Taehyung x Reader

SUMMARY : Your encounter with the campus bad boy was a disaster. All you wanted was to never see him again. But when have things ever gone your way?

WARNINGS : Mature language, sexism, misogynist characters, eventual yandere

A/N - This is just the chapter to set things up a bit before they begin to escalate.

Not edited.

I do not own BTS ( :((( ) My intention is not to glorify toxic behavior nor do I believe BTS member would ever act like this. It’s just a figment of my imagination. Know the difference. Please.

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“Do you have your World Politics book with you?”

“.......shit.” Your best friend, Sam, looked at you with a look that screamed ‘WHAT-THE-HELL-AM-I-GONNA-DO-NOW?!’

You sighed.

Sam had always been what she liked to call a ‘free soul’. You loved her, truly you did but she could be a bit scatter-brained at times.

This would not have been such a big deal at any other time as you were more than used to her forgetful nature. However, today was your first day of college.

And this was not just any college. Oh no.

You, and Sam, had managed to get admission in the absolute top college of your country. This was the college people worked hard for. This was the college students worked their asses off for. This college was the one parents dreamed of sending their kids to. The best of the best - Gatford College.

And today was your first day.

“Y/N what am I gonna do?” Sam whined. She scrunched her face into a look of exaggerated sadness by turning down the corners of her lips comically.

You tried to hide your face behind your yellow backpack as the people surrounding you in the crowded subway gave you weird looks. Early mornings were already a cause of grumpiness for the passengers, made worse by your loud bestfriend.

“It’s okay. It’s just the first day, Sam. The professor will understand.” You tried to console her, the puppy face melting your weak heart.

“But that’s the problem bro. The professor will think that I’m not sincere about the course, then she’ll give me low grades, then my parents will think I’m the family disappointment, then I’ll get depressed and start doing drugs and-” Her voice raised with each word and the look on her face became more dramatic with every second.

You snorted. Your best friend was more suited for the theater course rather than a political science major.

“Ok ok, I get it. I have a plan. Sit behind me in class. If the professor walks by, I’ll pass the book as soon as she walks by my row to yours.” You looked at her with a mischievous smile. As friends who had been together since childhood and studied at the same school, your coordination skills were no joke.

Sam grinned, having gotten what she wanted.

Both of you slung your backpacks on your shoulder as you heard a robotic voice announce that you had reached your station. The crowd of office workers rushing to work to avoid the wrath of a disgruntled boss and college students who seemed to be sleepwalking moved to get out of the brightly-lit subway station.

Your college was situated merely a 10-minute walk away from the station and so the two of you took your sweet time before entering the enormous campus of Gatford College.

Before entering the giant silver gates that could fit more than 4 SUVs passing through it at one time, Sam gripped you arm and the two of you came to a halt. You gave her a questioning look as she dug into her pocket for her phone.

Fishing it out, she opened her camera and began checking her hair. You giggled.

“What? I have to make an impression, okay? Hot girl summer baby!” She whooped.

The two of you had made a pact in highschool to motivate yourselves. You promised each other that you would study hard and concentrate only on studies to get into Gatford. After you got in, you would live the ‘hot girl summer’ of your dreams.

Education was your priority still but hot college boys were just an added bonus.

You joined Sam in her silliness as the two of you clicked pictures to add onto your instagram.

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RIP my hot girl summer, you thought.

The first day had come to an end and you were already drowning under assignments. Despite it being just the first day, the professors thought it prudent to send the freshmen home with an armful of work to do. Something about staying on top of the lesson plan.

Even Sam, your ever-loud, chatty, happy-go-lucky sweetheart of a friend was walking slowly beside you, tired from the day. A political science major was clearly no joke.

“So, are you coming to the cemetery with me or should I go alone?” Sam spoke up as the two of you walked beside each other in the massive hallway, filled with equally tired students.

“What do you mean?”

“To bury our epic college life dreams. Shit, it’s just the first day and I’m already thinking about the work I’ll have to start on as soon as I get home if I want to submit my work on time.” The two of you had been extremely sincere students throughout school and as they say, old habits die hard.

You began speaking as you came out of the white, 4-storey building into the open grounds of the main campus.

“God knows I’m tired but I just want to get a head start on the Political Theory assignment before I go to sleep because once my head hits the pillow, I’m dead till tomorrow morning. I can feel it.” You spoke, legs already feeling faintly achy after the long day of walking to different classes in this humongous campus.

Sam talked to you about the cute boy in her elective business administration class as you walked down wide stairs, potted plants lining each side elegantly. It was a beautiful day out, whatever was left of it anyways.

And suddenly, it wasn’t.

You noticed a crowd of students forming right in front of the stairs. Sam pulled you by the arm to join the group of gobsmacked students who stood being voiceless witnesses to a freshman being mocked by senior students in plain sight.

Your eyes fell upon a boy from your class, one you had just met this morning in the orientation program, standing with his head down and legs trembling.

“Gah, look at this piece of shit! Why are you shaking? Stop being a pussy. Be a man. Your seniors just asked you to answer a question and if only you had answered instead of being a little bitch, we would’ve let you go.” The boy standing in front of your classmate spat out as he gripped his collar, making the poor boy shake further.

“Yeah, we just asked you if any of the new girls are fuckable. Just answer like a man. What’s this bullshit about ‘you shouldn’t talk like that’ ?”Another one rang out.

“Stop it boys. The kid clearly hasn’t had any pussy. It’s okay, kid. Since you’re new here, I’ll give you a nice welcome as your senior. Pick any one.” Your eyes fell upon the owner of the deep, gravelly baritone.

A boy, no a man, sat upon a chair in front of your classmate. He sat , sprawling, on the wooden chair with his legs splayed out in front of him. Upon his chiseled face was a look of boredom, even as his dark eyes, shielded by dark black locks, were filled with amusement at the poor boy’s predicament which was clearly caused by him and ,what seemed to be, his cronies.

His large, veiny hands pointed towards the crowd of students, or more specifically, the girls in the crowd.

The boy who was stuck in the middle of it all looked up, nervous and clearly fearful. Despite his hesitance, he shook his head.

Not everyone was a sexist piece of shit, you thought.

“God, what is all this? I’d heard that the seniors can be a bit domineering but this is straight up bullying!” Sam whisper-screamed in your ear.

You gave her a look, pleading to be silent.

As much as you wanted to help the poor boy, you were scared. That was your biggest weakness. You were easily intimidated. Being courageous was Sam’s thing, not yours. You were just her meek sidekick. But as much as you admired her bravery, you did not want her to draw attention to either of you in this situation. As much as you pitied your unlucky classmate, you did not want to replace him.

“Y/N I think we should go call a professor or someone. Look at him! The boy’s scared shitless.” Sam spoke, voice a bit louder.

A girl who had been standing beside you looked over at the both of you. You recognized her as your senior from the same major who had given the welcome speech at the orientation this morning.

She shook her head discreetly, her shoulder-length brown hair bouncing as she did so. You got the message but apparently Sam did not.

“Don’t you think we should report this? It’s not only bullying but also qualifies as openly sexist behavior!” Sam leaned over you as she struggled to speak to your senior in the large crowd who kept pushing each other to witness the spectacle happening in the middle of the campus. Your guilt at being a silent spectator only increased as the jabs at your classmate worsened.

“No. It’s Taehyung, we can’t do anything.”

You did not realize it then but as you would come to know soon, you really couldn’t do anything when it came to Kim Taehyung.

Your attention was pulled away from the senior giving you a scared look, which was weird honestly.

How much influence could a student really have?

You were quick to learn that yes, a student could in fact have a lot of influence, when the Taehyung stood up abruptly, his chair falling behind him. The look of bored amusement on his face was transformed into a disgusted sneer. Taking two steps with his long legs, he reached the trembling boy and spoke,

“You think you can waste my time, you dumb fuck?” With a hard kick of his leather shoes clad feet to the back of your classmate’s knees, he went sprawling upon the floor. The monster went on to step on the boy’s right hand as he walked away. The entire crowd seemed to wince in unison as a sickening crunch was heard.

“There. Enjoy not being able to rub one out.” He walked away with his gang of cronies who laughed at the poor boy who was being helped up now that his bullies had walked away, clearly having been amused enough for the day.

You and Sam stood there dumbfounded. Was this the college you had dreamed of?

Other students quickly dispersed as if it was a normal occurrence.

Guilt eating away at you, you looked at a fuming Sam.

“What a piece of dog shit. Fucking monster.”

You could do naught but agree.

#bts #bts au #bts au fic #yandere #yandere au #yandere bts #bts yandere #yandere taehyung #yandere v

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Strawberry

Genre: smut, romance? Idk?

Summary: The reunion with your childhood best friend took some turns, and instead of hugs and tears all you wanted to do was kill the familiar stranger, that made your day at work worse.

(Ye, I suck at describing lmao)

Word count: 6.7k

Warnings: 18+ (MINORS DNI), unprotected sex, dom!Dabi, creampie, a bit of dacryphilia, a bit of teasing, rough sex, choking, facefucking.

,,Girl, just hop into the water’’ Mina screamed, taking all the attention you were giving to your phone. You were already regretting the decision you made to join her and Bakugo. You’ve never liked those public pools, and you never understand people who did. Like seriously, children there pee in the water, some of them even poop, who knows ? And its not that you are some hygiene freak, it’s simply a no go for you.

,, Nah, I’m good over here’’ You screamed back, hoping she heard you, as you hid under the shadow of the tree. Sun was also a big minus for you, since 10 minutes were enough for you to get sunburnt and end up with Yoghurt all over your body trying to pamper the burning stings. Plus your pierced nipples didn’t help in this case either, heating up too fast in the sun, since the only peace of clothing that covered them was your swimming suit.

,, You are no fun’’ she pouted, hoping her puppy face will work on you.

Usually on your days off, you liked to enjoy your time at home, reading a nice book or simply lazing around watching a movie, cooking for yourself, and doing simply anything that didn’t include contact with others. Yeah, you had enough contact with people since you were working at the famous café in the city.

People who saw you working there thought that you loved your job. Always smiling, always having so much patience. Truth to be told, you were exactly the opposite. You hate it wholeheartedly. You couldn’t deal with children screaming around all the time, while their parents ignored them, you couldn’t deal with drunk dudes, cat calling you all the time, and you couldn’t deal with rude costumers always complaining about something. Fuck it, you couldn’t deal with anyone.

You felt more than happy once the day came to an end and once you waved goodbye to your co-workers. Nothing against them of course, you loved Mina and Bakugo, but sun, water and loud crowd of people drained your energy out. At that point you found yourself appreciating your apartment and your bed more then ever before.

The next day you woke up pretty late, since you had late shift. Not that you were complaining, you liked sleeping longer, but the fact that you will be working till fucking 10 PM, if not even longer since it was summer, was driving you insane.

Sure waking up early isn’t amazing, but in the morning there wasn’t that much work, and it was much more quiet then in late shift. And sure, some people would consider calling sick, but you didn’t want to be such an asshole toward your co-workers.

Since you will be the one getting the orders on the counter and maybe, only maybe work with ice cream, you decided to wear your favorite comfy skirt, not too long, but also covering everything up. Once you found your fav comfy shirt, you tucked it inside of your skirt and did your casual make up before you left your apartment.

You didn’t like your work, but you were thankful that you could at least get a free meal there, since it saved a lot of time for you. It wasn’t anything special, but at least you didn’t have to prepare anything or stop to buy something before work.

,, DROP THE BEAT’’ Bakugo yelled once he saw you coming, making some weird noises as you gave your best to give them a Top Model walk.

,, TC, TC, TC’’ you repeated, waving your hips from side to side in the beat with the weird sound you and Bakugo made. You hopped beside them, as you took the small pack of cigarettes out of your bag.

Usually after the end of the morning shift, you and your co-workers sit together, enjoying the last minute of the shift exchange together. Of course if there’s a new costumer, one of you would go to work immediately. But most of the time, the café was almost empty at that time, giving you a chance to catch up a bit.

,, Today was pain in the ass, I swear’’ Shiggy said, taking one cigarette out of your package, while Bakugo told you everything you needed to know, if there was something to do and so on. Nodding your head, you lit a cigarette for yourself, preparing yourself for one hell of annoying day that was waiting for you.

Once Bakugo and Shiggy went home, you made your way toward the small counter, preparing everything you needed for the late shift, as you waited for Mina to arrive. You were glad that there weren’t any new costumers, since it gave you lots of time to prepare everything, from ice cream, to sandwiches and drinks.

,, Hiii girl, sorry for being late’’ Mina greeted you happily, while you placed the new drinks into the fridge. It wasn’t anything new for you, she was always late, but you never minded it at all. Your team had some up’s and down’s, but after all, all of you worked great together.

Around 7PM you wished you never got that fucking job. The café was getting fuller and fuller, and people were getting more and more annoying.

,, Can you please serve that table ?’’ Mina asked, pointing on the table where some boys were sitting down. Nodding your head, you took the small notebook and pen, before you made your way towards the table you had to serve.

,, Heyy, what can I do for you?’’ you asked, acting all happy as you prepared the small notebook to write the order.

,, Well, you can blow me off if you are asking that nicely’’ one of them said, making the rest of the boys laugh loudly. Taking one deep breath, you almost rolled your eyes in annoyance.

,, Can I take your order ?’’ you repeated yourself, ignoring the rude comments they gave you, talking about your skirt and how you looked, like you weren’t standing right in front of them.

,, Five beers. Sorry, they really don’t know how to behave’’ one of them, mature enough, said. Giving you one small and apologetic smile. Nodding your head, you just hurried back, wanting to finish their order fast enough, before you did something you would regret later.

Once you bought them their beer, and once they gave you the money, you almost smacked the bottle against the blondies head, when he started checking you out shamelessly. What pissed you even more was the fact that the line waiting for fucking ice cream was already waiting for you.

The whole day was a complete disaster and you wished more then ever to finish your shift and leave the fucking café. At least you had Mina by your side, as the two of you gave each other encouraging words.

,, What can I get for you?’’ you asked, faking a smile at the woman with a child. You were so done with that fucking job, but you couldn’t let the costumers figure that out.

,, Honey, what do you want?’’ she asked her child, as she prepared her wallet. The fact that she was waiting for you to come, and than ask her child what she wants was lowkey pissing you off. They could literally decide before you arrived, but whatever.

,, I want vanilla… Hmmmm, I want mint and strawberry!’’ the little girl screamed excitedly, as you prepared the cone, already putting the vanilla ice cream in it.

,, I’m sorry, we are out of Strawberry ice cream’’ you said, giving her a small smile, as the child started screaming and crying around how she wants strawberry. You had to give your best and stop yourself from throwing the cone against the child’s face. That little girl was old enough to understand what a no means.

,, Sorry sweetie, do you want anything else?’’ you asked, hoping she’ll stop with the whole theater.

,, Noooo I want strawberry’’ she screamed, crying loudly.

,, Just give her raspberry’’ the woman said, rolling her eyes in annoyance like it was your fault that you were out of the strawberry ice cream. Mina noticed that your blood was already boiling, as she asked you if you need some help. Once she heard you saying how everything’s fine, she continued with her work.

NOTHING WAS FINE FOR FUCKS SAKE, NOTHING.

,, What can I get you?’’ you repeated the same question, as a guy approached, holding his phone in his right hand. You looked at him, giving him one fake smile, as you analyzed his face. Black hair, scarred face, few tattoos and lots of piercings. His appearance was pretty much freaking you out, but you had to stay professional and just wait for his order.

,, Hey, strawberry and chocolate’’ he said, casually scrolling the screen of his phone with his thumb. The moment you heard him say strawberry you wanted to quit that fucking job and just move to Poland or whichever country.

,, We are out of strawberry, sorry’’ you breathed out, hoping that the last cell in your brain didn’t die at that moment.

,,Oh ok, then only strawberry is fine’’ he said, giving you a small smile. At that moment you were more then sure that he was making fun of you, even a deaf person was able to catch up that strawberry wasn’t an option anymore after that stupid child made a scene. And that’s when you finally snapped, having enough of everyone’s shit.

,, Which part of we are out of strawberry you didn’t understand?’’ you asked, slamming the cone onto the counter, almost regretting your actions. But once you noticed the way he was trying not to laugh made you snap even more.

,, Are you making fun of me ? Is this funny to you ?’’ your voice was raising with every word you spoke. Once Mina realized that you were having your half mental breakdown, screaming at costumer, she hurried toward you, repeating your name all over again as she tired to catch your attention.

Hearing your name, his eyes widened in surprise, now totally focused on you instead of his cellphone and if Mina wasn’t there, you would probably start a bitch fight with him for even looking at you that way.

,, Woah, what’s going on? ‘’ she asked confused, as you gave the dude death glares.

,,This guy here is going on. He’ll be my 13th reason why’’ you screamed waving your hands in air, not even trying to calm down anymore.

,, Chill out, we only have 30 minutes more till we close’’ she said, patting your back slowly, as she mouthed small sorry to the guy.

,, Oh, 30 minutes ? We’re out of the ice cream’’ you hissed, slamming the glass down, giving him a clear sign that he won’t lick shit tonight. If your boss heard and saw you at that moment, you would be fired in just a second.

After 20 minutes, the two of you happily told the costumers that they have to leave. Before you could leave, you took two corona tests, already working on your own test as Mina went to the toilet to change.

,, OH MY GOD, YOU’RE PREGNANT’’ she screamed, placing one hand over her mouth.

,, Bitch, this is corona test’’ you hissed, loud laugh following your words. ,, And it’s only one line, which means that I’m negative. What the fuck’’ you laughed, placing one test in front of her, thinking about where the fuck did she get all her informations from, since she thought that one line means pregnant. Ignoring the fact that she thought that corona test is fucking pregnancy test.

,, You really overacted today, maybe he didn’t hear’’ she said, as you puffed onto your cigarette.

,, Girl, even my grandma from nursing home could hear that we were out of strawberry, and trust me her hearing aids ain’t worth shit’’ you rolled your eyes, making Mina giggle quietly.

,, But still, he might tell to boss, you don’t know that guy’’ she whispered, as you watched the guy sitting on the bench with his friends. She had a point sadly, he did look like someone who would cause trouble just for fun.

,, You’re right, I’ll go and apologize’’ you said once you saw him wave goodbye to his friends. Taking one deep breath you hugged Mina, before you forced yourself to walk fast enough to catch up with him.

,, Hey’’ you screamed, almost running behind him, hoping he actually heard you. Once he turned around, giving you one hella confusing look, you sighed in relief, placing both of your hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breath.

,, Wow, such a sporty spirit’’ he joked as he watched you fight for air.

,, Yeah, oh my god. I just wanted to apologize for what happened earlier’’ you managed to say somehow, ignoring his comments.

,, Yeah, that wasn’t very nice of you’’ he pointed, taking one cigarette and placing it between his lips. ,,I was ready to write a review on google about the way you treated me’’ he joked once again, but you completely misunderstood it.

,,I KNEW IT, I FUCKING KNEW IT’’ you screamed, pointing your finger in his direction. ,, Look man, I already hate my job, don’t make it any worse’’ you whined loudly, not getting the irony in his voice.

,, Well, let me treat you with dinner, what do you think? And then I’ll think about the review’’ he smiled, using the way you misunderstood his words in his advantage. Once you heard him say that, you definitely regretted the way you acted one hour ago.

,, That won’t work, I have a cat waiting for me home and trust me, he ain’t capable feeding himself on his own’’ you spat, hoping he’ll understand and simply leave you alone, but once you saw him raise his eyebrow at you and giving you one questioning look, you almost rolled your eyes on him.

,, but you can come with me and we can order fucking tacos or whatever’’ you added, surprised that you went that far and disappointed once he accepted your invite.

,,Taquitoooo, I’m home babyyyy’’ you screamed, kicking your shoes as you got inside your apartment. Turning around you found the tall man looking around, analyzing every corner of your apartment.

,, Taquito? You’ve gotta be kidding me’’ he laughed at you. Even tho you just met the guy, it felt like you knew him for ages for some weird reason.

He sat outside on the balcony, as you prepared the two glasses and drinks for the two of you, while he ordered some food.

,, Anyway, what’s your name ?’’ you asked, remembering that you don’t know shit about the man sitting in your apartment.

,,Ah yes, I totally forget that, the name is Dabi’’ he grinned, taking the glass away from you, as he made himself at home.

,, Why the fuck did you call your cat Taquito?’’ he asked, as your cat jumped onto his lap, purring softly, making you just stare at them surprisingly. Taquito didn’t even like your family and friends, yet he was all cuddly with some fucking stranger.

,, Yeah long story short, I was drunk as fuck, found him on the street while I watched the stupid Tiktok about a girl that bought a turtle and called it Taquito’’ you said fast, as you sat there waiting for the food. Once you had a good look of him, something felt off. Nothing weird or scary, but you only felt like you already knew him. Sure, you definitely wouldn’t forget a face like his, but something about his eyes was telling you that you met him somewhere.

,, Anyway, enough about my cat. Did we meet somewhere?’’ you asked, staring at him shamelessly as he played with Taquito.

,, Maybe ?’’ he said, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

,, Cut it. Your eyes are familiar. I swear, I feel like I know you from somewhere ‘’ you confessed, placing a finger on your lip, as you tried to figure out from where you know him.

,, Yeah, I have such a pretty eyes, don’t I’’ he said, blinking fast as he tried to give some weird effect with it.

,, You can’t be that stupid doll’’ he added, when he realized that you still can’t remember him. Sure he changed, sure he went thru some shit and ended up with scars, and sureee he colored his hair black, but still he felt a bit disappointed when he realized that you have no idea who he is.

,, Does a name Touya tell you anything ?’’ he asked, raising his eyebrow at you playfully, laughing loudly at your confused face.

,, Nah, go fuck with someone else, that can’t be true’’ you hissed, crossing your arms on your chest. If you saw Touya, you would remember him, your childhood best friend.

,, Monday, 2PM, old tree house?’’ he said, almost asked about something only the two of you knew, trying not to laugh at your shocked expression.

,, It can’t be’’ you gasped, eyes wide enough, almost popping out of your skull. ,, YOU PIECE OF SHIT WHY DIDN’T YOU CONTACT ME?’’ you screamed jumping suddenly, making Taquito run form his lap, scared from your sudden reaction.

,, Honestly, I forgot what your last name was, so I couldn’t find you anywhere’’ he admitted, happy you finally remembered him. Sure he didn’t recognize you at first either, but once he heard your co worker calling you by your name, he immediately figured everything out, and understood why you seemed so familiar.

,, Are you serious ? And what kind of reunion was that ? I was ready to choke you with a fucking ice cream cone’’ you laughed, still not believing that the stranger sitting in front of you was no one else than fucking Touya Todoroki, the best friend you once had that left you behind and went overseas.

,, Yeah that was one iconic reunion if you ask me’’ he laughed out, thinking about the way you acted few hours ago.

The two of you talked about everything possible, about his life overseas, about the past, your shitty job, your cat and his dislike on every living being. Once it was too late, he wanted to leave, but you simply couldn’t let him go home at such a late hour, since people at the city were pretty weird and the city isn’t the quiet and safe one and after a long time of your insisting he finally agreed.

When you woke up, Touya was nowhere to be found, but he did leave a small piece of paper, with a number and apology written on it. You grinned to yourself, as you hurried to get ready for your work, since you stood up too late.

The day was much better than the last one, only instead of Mina who always managed to calm you down, you had Bakugo who was even more aggressive then you are by your side. You had the same task as last night, but once you saw Touya and his group of friends making themselves comfortable at one of the tables in the corner, you told Bakugo that you’ll take their order.

,, hayyy, alredy know your order ?’’ you asked excitedly placing your hands on Touya’s shoulders from behind, the smile on your face being honest for a change.

,, My girllll, why didn’t you text me ?’’ he whined, as he grabbed your hands and pulled you down, forcing you to hug him.

,, Didn’t the two of you have a huge fight last night because of strawberry ice cream?’’ one of his friends asked, totally confused.

,, We talked it out’’ you laughed, as he placed a small kiss on your cheek, before you finally took their order, almost forgetting you are at work.

If you were being honest, the whole shift was better with him and Bakugo who was cursing every second costumer around. Almost every 15 minutes Touya would end up at the counter, asking for a strawberry ice cream. Every time you would tell him that you are out of it, he would simply ask for the Book of complaints, making you roll your eyes playfully at him.

You were surprised when you noticed that he was actually waiting for you, laughing loudly when Bakugo commented how this whole romantic shit is making him sick.

The next few days the two of you spend way too much together, and first time in forever you actually liked having someone around. Every day he would drop by at your work, and wait till you are done and then the two of you would go home and have a late dinner, while he had cuddle season with Taquito.

On Saturday, you were looking for excuses to call sick, and once Mina told you that the only person who would be forced to jump in was no one else than Rumi, you immediately called them, acting all sick and everything.

After you called, you gave yourself one good deserved nap, not feeling bad anymore since Rumi was the co-worker no one liked.

The loud knocks at your door woke you up, grabbing your phone your eyes widened in shock once you realized that you slept almost the whole day. Rubbing your eyes, you rushed to open the damn door.

,, What the fuck?’’ Touya hissed, once he saw you healthy and alive standing there in nothing but oversized shirt.

,, what? I overslept a bit’’ you gave him a weak smile, as you let him in. You were surprised yourself that you slept that long, but you totally deserved it.

,, I swear, once your co worker told me you’re sick, I thought you died or something’’ he added, following you inside.

,, Yeah, I just needed some rest’’ you laughed, hoping he’ll chill the fuck out. Thankfully he calmed down real fast, almost forgetting about all the worry he had once he saw you all healthy, and once he saw Taquito running happily to him.

There was something comforting in having Touya around again. Somehow it made you feel like a child again, and the fact that he’s staying this time, for real, made your heart skip a beat for some weird reason. He was all the time around, at your work waiting for you, giving you a ride back home or walking you back home, dropping by on your days off with your favorite snacks and so on. Usually you wouldn’t like it, but since it was him, you embraced the affection he was giving you wholeheartedly.

You even became a laughing stick at your work, as your co-workers always made jokes about your new lover boy. Especially Mina and Bakugo, turning every conversation into Touya related one.

Making the drinks some costumers ordered, a yawn escaped your lips. Still sleepy as fuck, you somehow managed to put your attention on your work instead of the lack of sleep.

,, So, how was the date last night ? What did you two do ?’’ you asked, remembering that Bakugo met some girl he liked so much last night.

,, See when two people come together, they perform an intimate act called getting fucking railed’’ Bakugo said, trying to sound as romantic as possible.

,, You’re disgusting’’ you gasped, throwing the small sponge at him, as he laughed loudly, making his way to the costumer that just got in.

You were completely focused on your work, until Bakugo told you that your lover boy is there, and he’ll be the one to get his order. Rolling your eyes, you just let him do it, as you continued with the work you already did.

Bakugo was much louder than usually, probably because his little date went good, singing around you and joking around every now and then. Not that it bothered you, in fact, you were so glad that he showed his unusual side that day, since he’s grumpy and mad almost all the time.

,, I swear the headache is killing me today’’ you whined loudly, hopping beside Touya once you got the chance. You took one cigarette from him, and lit it up, enjoying the peace with almost no costumers around.

,, You seem pretty close with that guy’’ Touya said, also taking one cigarette.

,, Huh? You mean Bakugo?’’ you asked and he simply nodded his head, not taking his eyes from the spiky haired guy. ,, Yeah, we are pretty close’’ you added, puffing onto your cigarette.

,, You like him ?’’ Touya’s eyes met yours, making you feel a bit uneasy with his sudden behavior.

,, No, we are literally only friends and he’s much younger, wait, why ?’’ you were too confused, finding it hard to proceed the whole situation. Changing the topic, he simply asked what you wanna do after work, acting as nothing happened at all.

,, So, that Bakugo guy, he has a girlfriend ?’’ Touya asked, as the two of you made your way to the nearest store.

,, At this point I’m not sure if you are interested in me or Bakugo’’ you joked, dragging your feet lazily.

,, In you, obviously’’

After that day Touya was giving his best to show you how he felt, he was giving his best to show everyone to who you belong. Being a little too touchy in front of his friends and your co workers, in a way that seemed innocent to you, yet clear to everyone else. Small kisses he usually placed on your cheeks, were getting closer and closer to your lips. The hand he usually places around your shoulders, was getting lower and lower.

Even when he comes over, he was using every little chance he had to touch you, using everything you liked into his advantage. He knew how much you loved when someone caressed you, and he did it more than gladly for you. Tracing his fingers against your soft skin, starting with your arms, only to end up with his hand under your shirt, caressing your back slowly, until you would end up falling asleep in his arms.

,, What do you want to watch ?’’ you asked, placing the bowl of popcorn onto the table, while Touya waited for you patiently on you couch. The weather was perfect for nothing else than a lazy movie evening.

Hopping next to him, you made yourself comfortable as you listened to the storm outside. The sound of strong wind and thunder was more then relaxing to you, and for some reason you enjoyed weather like that.

Gasping loudly, you jumped a little once your cat tried to climb onto you, destroying your small enjoyable moment.

,,Taquito get the fuck off her, she has a boyfriend’’ Touya pushed the cat away gently, joking around, as you just sat there and watched him, eyes wide in shock.

,, Do I?’’ you asked, not moving at all.

,, Fuck yes, you do’’ he added, wrapping his right arm around you, pulling you closer to him, as he looked for a perfect movie to watch. He took his time searching for anything interesting, mumbling some words of disappointments as he couldn’t find anything on Netlfix. At the end he played Oh, Ramona! , since none of you watched it and it was it was simply in Netflix recommendation list.

Pulling you closer to him, he started tracing his fingers along your arm, both of you concentrated on the weird movie that was playing on the screen of your Television. You always begged your friends to caress your arm, since you loved the ticklish feeling that always made you sleepy, yet they would always refuse it, giving you some lame excuses how they’re tired and so on.

Now that Touya was doing it without you having to ask him, you tried to enjoy every second of it. If you only knew, how much Touya enjoyed it, almost as much as you did. The feeling of your soft skin under his fingertips was driving him crazy, as he traced them down your tattoos, mesmerizing every inch of them.

The air got steamier in one moment, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the overly erotic scenes that were showed in the movie, or because his hand was now under your shirt, slowly moving from your back, to the side of your hips.

Trying to calm yourself down a little, you grabbed your phone, checking out all of the unread messages in the group chat. The way he moved hiss hands from side to side made you almost way to shaky. It took you some time to write a reply to your friends, and you almost dropped your phone once he put a little bit pressure into his touch, making your skin burn under his palm.

,, You should concentrate on the movie doll’’ Touya said, not stopping his movements.

,, Yeah, sorry’’ you mumbled, dropping your phone beside you, as you tried not to close your eyes in pleasure.

Once the movie got too erotic fro your taste, you found yourself with your phone in your hands again, trying to hide the blush that was spreading across your cheeks. Of course, that didn’t go unnoticed by Touya. Annoyed groan left his lips, as he snatched the phone away from you.

,, You really don’t listen’’ he pointed, hiding the phone away from you, as you complained quietly. The hand that was under your shirt was suddenly wrapped around your neck, pushing you slowly into the couch, there was no pressure in it, but the sudden turn of the whole situation made your eyes widen in shock.

,, Are you bored doll? ‘’ he asked, his face only inches away from yours as he locked your body under his own.

,, No, it’s just.. the movie is too much’’ you whispered, gulping on your saliva as he slowly tapped his fingers around your neck. This time you didn’t have to ask yourself, you knew that he was the one turning you on, and not the fucking scenes from the movie.

,, too erotic’’ you mumbled, making him laugh loudly.

,, You should have kept your eyes on me, instead of your phone, if it was getting to much for you’’ he gave you a smile, a dangerous one.

,, That won’t help’’ you confessed, making him smirk widely as you spoke those words. How could it help, when he was laying beside you handsome without even trying, as his hand was caressing your body gently.

,, Oh, am I turning you on?’’ he asked, mocking you shamelessly, as you tried to avoid his eyes.

Touya didn’t need your reply, the way you acted in the moment was enough for him, and God did he want to fuck you senseless in that moment. His hand moved a bit up from your neck, holding your jaw in one place, as he connected his lips with yours.

His hold on your jaw grew stronger, forcing you to open your mouth just enough so he could slip his tongue inside. Not breaking the kiss, he parted your tights apart, as he hovered on top of you, his hips between your legs, slowly grinding against your clothed core.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer into the kiss, not giving a shit about the movie or your phone anymore. The way he was grinding against you, the way you could feel his hard dick rubbing against you, made you insane in that moment and you found yourself wanting more and more.

,, On your knees’’ Toyua commanded, breaking the kiss as he sat onto the couch, spreading his legs enough to give you some space between them. Without thinking twice, you obeyed, positioning yourself down, between his legs, as he pushed his hips just a bit to pull his sweatpants and boxers down.

Touya looked down on you, not hiding the smirk on his face, as he slowly caressed your hair. Kissing the tip gently, you looked up through your long lashes, satisfied with the fact that he was going crazy as much as you do. He cursed something under his breath, as you gave him one lick, taking your time and making sure you licked every inch of it.

,, Don’t tease me doll, you’re not in position for it’’ he hissed, as you placed your lips on the tip of his cock. His hand found its way to your hair, gripping onto it, as he brought your mouth farther down him. You wanted to take your time, to play at your own pace, but Touya didn’t let you, he waited too long for this to happened and teasing wasn’t something he needed in the moment.

,, Open your mouth a bit more’’ he growled, gripping your hair tighter then before. He wanted you to obey him, he wanted you to do everything he wanted in that moment and you did, you gladly did.

It was the first time you had someone’s dick deep down your throat, and the feeling you weren’t used to made your eyes glossy so fast as his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag a little.

Without giving you any time to get used to it, he started moving his hips, as he held your head in place. You could feel his hardness more then clear now, as his hips thrust into your mouth at some lazy, yet strong pace. Focused on his dick, you didn��t even realize that tears were rolling down your cheeks, vision getting blurry as his moves got much faster, not giving you a chance to breath properly.

,, You look so pretty when you cry’’ Touya groaned, getting even more turned on as he watched you get ruined because of his dick. The small amount of mascara you had, was all gone, turning your tears into blurry shade of black. You started gagging, and without even knowing you tried to move away a bit, giving your best to breath through your nose.

Looking up on him, you saw him squeeze his eyes shut, head swung back into the edge of your couch. You could feel your saliva dripping down your chin, and if you weren’t in that position at the moment, you would probably end up blushing. But none of that was possible, since all you could focus on was his dick hitting the same spot of your throat.

Touya stopped his movements, slowly petting your head, as you fought for your breath, coughing loudly, while tears rolled down your cheeks. If it was someone else, you would probably told them to go to hell and throw them out of your apartment, but it was Touya, and all you wanted was to do was make him feel good.

,, My good girl’’ he praised, pulling you up into his lap. You wanted to stay in his lap a bit longer, you wanted to snuggle into his neck and enjoy the moment, but just after he gave you one sloppy kiss, you found yourself under him again.

Touya took your shorts and panties off, throwing them across the living room together with his shirt. In less then a minute, the two of you were all naked, enjoying the feeling of each others skin.

,, Touya, please’’ you begged, feeling his hard erection between your legs, as he sucked onto your neck, leaving wet love bites all over it. Taking one deep breath, he started rubbing the tip of his dick up and down your clit, making you beg for him even more.

,, Needy baby’’ he mocked, placing his tip only a bit into your core, as he continued to tease you, loving every second of the way you were almost breaking down for him.

A loud scream escaped your lips as he entered his full length into you, kissing your jaw and giving you some time to adjust his size. The moment he looked down your body, to see his dick buried deep inside your core, something else grabbed his attention. Cursing loudly, his eyes focused on two shiny pieces of metal, pierced thru both of your nipples.

,, How didn’t I notice this earlier’’ he hissed, lowering his head just enough as he sucked onto your nipple, the contrast of the warm feeling of your skin and the cold metal against his tongue made his curse all over again. His hand found it’s way to your left boob, slowly pinching and twisting your nipple, making you throw your head back, and making it hard for you to concentrate on anything else than his dick that stood still inside you, while his tongue was working wonders on you.

Playing with the small piercing, Touya started moving his hips at a lazy and sloppy pace, making you feel every single inch of him. Touya groaned against your nipple, deciding to waste no time, bringing his cock out and then slamming it back inside almost urgently.

Your hand reached up to his hair, tugging it roughly, as your other hand went up to his back, scratching red lines down helping release some of the pleasure you felt in the moment. Touya rocked his hips quickly, gaining depth with each thrust he made, as you were pulling at his hair lightly, eyes shut strongly as you moaned his name loudly.

He loved how you felt around him, he loved the way you were scratching his back and tugging his hair, yet he wanted more. Placing his hand around your throat, he gave it a small squeeze. It looked like he was asking for a permission, but he wasn’t. In fact it was more like a sign, a little sign for you to prepare yourself for what’s coming.

You didn’t get the little hint he gave you, totally unprepared once his grip around your throat grew stronger, making your breathing stop, as he slammed his hips at ruthless speed. He enjoyed playing with you, giving you only a second to fight for air, before he puts the pressure around your neck again, wrapping his fingers firmly around it.

In one moment you weren’t sure if he forgot about the fact that you couldn’t breath, hand wrapped around your throat for too long making your eyes roll back. You clenched his hair, yanking it tightly, giving him a sign that you need air, only for him to smirk in response as he held it even tighter, thrusting into you with much more force then he did before.

You were more then grateful when he gave you a whole minute to breath properly. But even without his hand around your neck, you had trouble catching your breath since he was hitting your sweet spot all over and over again. Of course, that was your problem and not his.

Feeling your walls getting tighter around his dick, he once again put the not so small pressure onto your throat, forcing the tears out of you as he continued to reach your g spot each time he slammed back inside. Scratching his back, your grabbed his hand that was wrapped around your throat with your own, closing your eyes shut as you found yourself coming undone. You weren’t sure if it was because of the lack of air, or because he didn’t stop his movements, but the orgasm that hit you was the best one you ever had.

In that moment, Touya left your neck alone, smirking to himself as he noticed the marks of his fingertips buried deep in the skin of your neck. Placing his hands onto your hips, he sped up, rocking his hips against your at animalistic speed as he reached his own high.

Groaning loudly he came inside, body collapsing on your own as he slowly fucked his seed into you, as he repeated how much he loves you all over again.

Once the two of you finally calmed down, Touya helped you clean yourself, being extra careful like you were a small piece of glass that was about to break any moment.

Hopping back onto the couch, you rolled your eyes at the view of the ending of the stupid movie Touya found. He wrapped his arm around you, snatching the cigarette that was hanging between your lips and placing it between his own.

,,Oh God’’ you gasped loudly, as your cat jumped on top of you, making you jump a bit in surprise. ,, Fuck off Taquito, I have a boyfriend’’ you pushed your cat lightly away, repeating the words Touya said few hours ago, making him grin widely as he placed a kiss on your cheek.

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starbuckie · 3 years

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𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬

pairing: highschool!bucky barnes x reader

words: 1.0k words

warnings: senioritis, fluff, and bucky being a clingy little shit

summary: senioritis is a bitch, and that virus certainly extends to two teens in brooklyn.

a/n: i’m tired of high school and shit and finals are kicking my ass so i wrote this lil thing. (also look at this lil skinny noodle theater boy, i woulda dated the heck out of him) anyways, please enjoy <3

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Y/N’s eyes focused in and out on the pot of pasta her mother was cooking on the stove. There were many other things she should have been doing, pressing matters like the fifteen unfinished assignments she had to turn in by the next Monday, but the combination of a near-summer school day and the stress of not actually doing the assignments was getting to her.

��Honey, I’m home!”

Great.

The bane of her existence came in the form James Buchanan Barnes, God-like dick game and loved by all mothers. His fluffy chestnut hair was swept under a baseball cap, and he carried two bags of groceries, for her mother, into the kitchen where she sat.

It wasn’t as if she were bothered by her boyfriend, but with him around there was no way in hell she would get anything finished. Turning back to the half-assed, half-written page she had been working on for hours, she tried to ignore the presence of Bucky hugging her mother hello.

Once again, an absolute kiss ass.

“Hey, pumpkin,” Bucky dropped a kiss to her forehead as he started to put the groceries away. Fucking suck up. “How come you didn’t answer my text? I asked if I could come over.”

“I did answer your text, asshole.” Y/N turned over her phone to check the texts for evidential proof. “Yeah, see, I texted you no.”

Bucky shoved the phone away from where she held it out to him, placing an orange on the table. “And I chose to ignore that text because I wanted to see you.” He sang with a smile.

That little smirk he wore was enough for Y/N’s tough resolve to break and she stood to pounce up on him from behind with a hug. She nosed his neck gently and smelled his cologne, amber and oud filling her senses and making her mind all boggled with thoughts of him.

“Hey, if you two are gonna be gross, then go upstairs,” Ms. L/N smacked her shoulder with the dirty dish rag and she squealed away from the hit. “But if you two are gonna bang, then go to his because I’m not washing those damn sheets for you do that.”

Both of the teens blushed at her ribbing, and immediately grabbed their stuff to scramble upstairs. As they trudged up the stairs with their backpacks, Bucky noticed the way Y/N’s eyes would flutter shut for a moment and the way her steps faltered. It was no secret that her five AP exams were kicking her ass, and the studying was no better.

The way he saw it, there was no point in struggling onto the slippery grasps of sleep in replacement of studying. Highschool was three weeks from being done, and soon enough they’d be out of Brooklyn and on their way to California to hit the sun and study their asses off in college.

As soon as they entered her ivy-painted room Y/N slammed the stupid essay on her desk and slumped into her swivel chair. Bucky knew the drill well enough by that point, dropping his backpack by the foot of her bed and flopping onto the pristine white sheets with an obnoxiously loud groan. “God, this bed feels so good, pumpkin, I don’t know how you can stay out of it for so long.”

“Well, when you’re falling behind in school it’s a lot easier than you’d think.” Y/N quipped back distractedly. The words on the paper seemed to swirl and move right under her stare, and there was no way she could focus. She knew that eight more pages of blank papers sat right under the first, all waiting to be filled out with sentences about the effects of cardiorespiratory coherence on the spectrum of human emotions.

Bucky groaned, hauling his legs onto the sheets and turning towards his girlfriend with a pout. “C’mon, babydoll, if you come over here, you can have sex with me. How’s that sound? You wanna have sex with me? I’ll do that thing you like, even make you shed a few tears...”

Though his offer sounded more than appealing, Y/N had to turn it down and shift herself in the chair to ease the throbbing of her core. “As much as I would like to cry on your dick, and trust me, I would very much like to cry on your dick, I unfortunately need to cry on my essay instead. I was getting work done all until you walked in with that cute lil’ smile of yours.”

Bucky blushed at the comment which made her grin. It was amusing how flushed he got after making such raunchy things to her. “Well, what do you want, babydoll. I can bring you a bowl of mac and cheese from your ma, or,” he scooped her up in his arms, reveling in her squeals of laughter, “I can snuggle ya to death. How’s that sound?”

Her voice was muffled against the fabric of his henley, but he could kinda not really understand the words she gurgled out. “I’m gonna take that as a yes.”

Y/N laughed in his hold, turning over to smush her face into his chest. “I’m just tired of this bullshit. All the assignments and late nights, and don’t get me wrong, I love my mother, but if I get one more comment about my study time management, I’m going to scream.” She sighed, clutching just a bit harder around his back. “I want it all to be over, I guess. Just you and me in California already, sitting in the sun and drinking green juices, or whatever shit they do over there.”

Bucky didn’t even have to say anything, Y/N knew he shared the same sentiment. College was fast approaching and scary, and the stress of the impending graduation did nothing but make it seem that much farther away.

“God, you’re so warm, I wanna lay with you here forever. Studying can go fuck itself.”

“Then stay with me, pumpkin,” he chuckled, pulling her closer. “I ain’t going anywhere yet.”

Legend has it that there was no studying done for the rest of the night, and Y/N’s mom would find them passed out in each other’s arms before six o’clock.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #highschool!bucky #bucky x yn #bucky barnes x yn #sebastianstan #marvel

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metalheadcowboy · 3 years

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”Billy!-” Steve barely got out before all of the air was pushed suddenly out of his throat with one sharp tug of his collar. The world before him went foggy and blurry around the edges as he gasped trying regain what he lost.

The brunette could barely make out the silhouette of his boyfriend laid out half on the sidewalk in front of The Hawk cinema and half on the asphalt in front of it, seemingly unconscious and covered in his own blood.

Steve struggled against the firm grasp on the neck of his Polo, “Lemme-” he strained, reaching his arms around to grip and grab at the bigger mans wrist, “- go!”

“Something wrong, loverboy?” Now another guy came into view, one who had to have been at least ten years older than either he or Billy and reeked of something strong. He barely gave Steve even a chance to speak before remarking, “Cat got your tongue?”

He lunged forward only to be pulled right back into place, drawing another gagging, coughing fit out of him which only made the two men laugh, “Aw, cute, fag thinks he take us,” the man behind Steve spoke.

“Shut up,” the teen croaked, blinking his eyes as tears brimmed them, willing himself not to blow chunks. Or maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing in this situation.

“Well that’s what you are, right?” The tipsy man questioned, rank breath causing Steve to scrunch up his nose, “No other reason for you and that street rat to be holdin’ hands down the street, kid, I ain’t dumb.”

A smile tugged at the corners of Steve’s mouth, “Coulda fooled me.” Wrong choice. Suddenly a fist collided right with the brunette’s nose, blood practically spraying out as he could hear something crunch.

“Fuck!” he cried, mouth hanging wide open in pain, eyes squeezing shut because this guy punched a hell of a lot harder than Jonathan Byers, or Billy himself for that matter.

Steve’s face scrunched up in pain, only making the pounding in his nose worse and right now he wished it weren’t so late, wish there were people around to see what was happening. But that also begged the question, ‘would anybody care?’. Would anybody in this hellscape town care if two queer teens were getting beat up by a couple of drunks in the early hours of the morning or would the older men be doing the town a service?

He got his answer quicker than he expected as the ringing in his ears let way to something else. Police sirens. He Steve would be crying of happiness of he wasn’t already crying out of pure pain.

“Shit!” he heard one guy hiss before the pressure on his Adam’s apple loosened and his collar was released. Steve’s eyes instantly shot open to catch a glimpse of the two guys running, or rather stumbling down the back alley of the movie theater. Part of him wanted to run after them, wanted to beat them to a pulp, but even he was smart enough to know two against one was never a fair fight. And, besides, he had more important business to attend to.

“Oh, God,” he cried out, looking across at Billy again, this time actually being able to run to him. He practically fell to his knees, staring at the barely recognizable face of his lover, moving to cradle his blood soaked head in his hands, “Hey, it’s gonna be okay, alright,” he spoke softly to the blonde’s out cold body, “We’re gonna get you stitched up and good as new, okay? Then we can go home and watch a movie, or go to the park and feed the ducks, I know how much you like that.” Steve smiled slightly, salty tears breaking through the crimson caked onto Billy’s face, “Just hang on for me, baby, please hang on.”

As soon as he heard the door to the cop car swing open he started screaming at the tops of his lungs, louder than he swears he ever has, “Help! Please help! Get a medic or something, please!” He was no longer focused on his own pain, broken nose but a second thought as he could only dream of how hard that bastard slammed his beautiful boyfriends head into the curb.

As the cop stepped closer he spoke loud and clear some kind of code into his walkie along with a request for backup. Steve knew that voice, not well, but he knew it.

“Hopper?” he questioned frantically, letting himself fall flat on his ass trying to turn around to get a look at the officer, “Hop!” he cried out of pure joy, probably looking like a lunatic, hair sticking out in every direction, fresh blood, not his own, covering his hands. Steve stood up with a sudden burst of energy, “Please, Hop, you gotta help him, you gotta!”

“Woah, slow down, son-”

“They- They fuckin’ beat him half to death and just- they left! They went that way and- and I swear to God I’ll kill ‘em, I will-”

“Steve!” Hopper raised his voice, placing a warm hand on the teens shoulder, one that he, rightfully so, flinched away from, “Backup’s on the way, alright, just slow your roll, take a deep breath-”

“A deep breath? A deep breath? How the fuck am I supposed to do that when they almost killed Billy? When they almost killed my-”

Before Steve could get any further he was being hugged, a pair of large, oddly welcoming arms wrapping around his shoulders to hug him. And it took him a moment to get past the initial shock and reciprocate, but he did, and it helped. He could remember the last time he was hugged by someone non-romantically, by someone other than a lover and if he was completely honest it felt amazing.

“He’s gonna be okay, you have my word.” Hopper promised, somehow understanding their relationship and how much Billy meant to Steve just from the few seconds he had to take it all in.

“Okay.”

#we all need an emotional support Hopper #anb emotional support bear huggin sheri #sheriff**#angst #Billy Hargrove #Steve Harrington #Harringrove #Hopper #period typical homophobic language #TW homophobic language #TW blood

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babbushka · 3 years

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My thought for a request is going to a drive in with exhibitionist!Flip and him going down on you or fucking you in the bed of his truck and making the springs squeak louder than the movie and drawing attention. I’d like to request that please

Thank you for doing a flip celebration!

Anonymous said: For my request, can I request something with some public sex with flip like maybe at a movie theater or drive in please and he takes it a little too far??Thank you for the special Flip day!

1.8k NSFW (oral sex (f receiving), exhibitionism, sex in a public location, praise kink, fingering, hair pulling)

Snuggled up in the back of Flip’s pick-up truck, you nestle your head against his shoulder. He got a good spot, made sure to get here early for it, for the front-row seat at the drive-in. It’s nice, being this close to the screen, it looks like they put up the whole thing just for you. A brand new movie hit the theaters this weekend, something called Jaws, a flick directed by that Spielberg fella. Folks said it was supposed to be good, and you’re supposed to be watching it, but Flip’s got other plans for the night.

Plans that he is getting antsy to start setting in motion, you can tell. With one arm wrapped around your shoulders, the hand that’s resting right near your chest keeps creeping closer closer closer, and you have to bite back a grin.

“This is such a bad idea.” You tell him straight, and he peers down at you from being a head or so taller, raising a brow in your general direction while some men are on a boat on screen.

“Do you not want to do it?” He asks, sincerity in his voice.

“No we’re absolutely fucking doing it,” You shake your head, looking up at him with a sparkle of mischief in your eye, “I’m just telling you right now that it’s a bad idea.”

Immediately, Flip retracts his arm and uses it to tug you down the back of the truck a little further. It’s been transformed into a more comfortable oasis for movie watching; pillows and blankets pad the otherwise hard bed, a small towel to clean you up when he’s had his way with you, and even one of those new camping coolers filled with snacks and drinks. He bought you one of the big over-priced popcorn buckets, but there was no reason to shell out a couple quarters on M&Ms when you already have them at home.

“We’ll be fine, everyone’s in their cars, we’re in our car…no one can see us.” Flip begins kissing your apprehension away, his tongue hot in your mouth as he trails his tongue across the edge of your lip.

“Except for the security that walks around.” You roll your eyes, letting yourself be manhandled and moved around, until you’re lying down comfortably among the pillows.

“I know the security, we’ll be fine.” Flip dismisses the concern and you can’t help but laugh at his flippancy.

You had made up your mind that you were going to let him fuck you at the drive-in a long time ago, but it was still fun to get him frustrated about it. He always had a bit of an edge when he was all riled up, and you can tell he’s riled up now.

“Say it again and maybe this time I’ll believe you.” You murmur against his lips one last time, adrenaline from the public act, so out in the open – literally under the stars – beginning to pound in your chest.

“If you seriously want me to stop, tell me.” He says, big brown eyes filled with the light from the screen.

He’s so handsome, too handsome for his own fucking good, you think, but if you tell him that now, his ego will go through the roof, so all you do is pat his cheek lovingly before shoving his head down playfully, and ordering him to, “Shut up and eat me out already.”

The one problem with this plan was that your genius husband didn’t take into account the fact that the bed of his truck isn’t long enough to fit the both of you the way he normally eats you out, without his legs hanging off the bottom. So after a moment or two of figuring out positioning, he settles on turning his whole self around. His feet rest by your head, and you pat his leg sweetly, rolling your eyes at him.

“Will you talk to me?” Flip props himself up on one elbow, eyes wide and eager, “Let me hear you?”

“Someone will hear!” You scoff in fond exasperation, giving his leg a shake.

“The movie’s so loud, and everyone’s got their windows rolled up, won’t you let me hear you?” He asks again, and you lick across your teeth and nod.

With that, he ducks his head under your skirt, and tugs aside your panties. You’re already a little wet, how could you not be with him hugging you close and kissing you throughout half of this movie? How could you not be, with the knowledge that this was coming?

His fingers slip between your folds and he begins the steady process of stretching you out just a little, just enough to get you to relax. He’s not going to dick you down out here, that would just be asking for trouble, so he doesn’t have to finger your pussy for long. Still, the two of you savor the feeling of his thick fingers shoving themselves up up up into you, and you do your best to swallow your moans.

Carefully, Flip builds up a rhythm that has you growing anxious for more, desperate for more. He’s not going fast enough to give you any proper friction, it’s slow, it’s tantalizing, it’s maddening. Your grip on his leg is all you give him as an indication, because you know that if you start begging now, you’ll be shouting it for the whole drive-in to hear.

Gripping his calf now, he gets the hint, and you can feel the hot breath of a chuckle ghost across your inner thigh as he positions himself perfectly to press his plush lips right against yours, kissing your pussy for a moment before his tongue finally finally finally drags through you.

You swallow down a moan, unable to stop the little sigh that escapes from your throat as he begins to make out with your cunt, his tongue thrusting shallowly at first as he licks and sucks on your folds. Teeth scraping gently over your flesh, you’re so sensitive already, your nipples hard in your blouse.

“How is your tongue so long?” You hiss out as quietly as you can, face already starting to pinch up in pleasure. You’ve completely given up on watching the movie, whatever troubles the characters are having require far more attention than you’re willing to give them.

“Like it?” He mumbles into your body, making you shiver all over, making you shudder, as his thick muscle rolls into you, dragging around patterns that have your head lolling back against the pillows.

“Yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Spreading your legs as far as they can go for him, you press your hips up to his face, feeling his nose breathe in against your thigh, panting against your cunt, “I could keep you here all day, you’re so good at this. My pussy eating champ, that’s what you are.”

“Pull on my hair.” Flip moans breathily, and you waste no time tangling a fist into his silky locks.

“Way a-fuckin’-head of you honey oh my god…!” Your eyes roll back as he responds to the yanking of his hair, so you do it again and again.

Holding him in place, you get so lost in your own pleasure that you’re not so certain you aren’t suffocating him. Flip’s got his arms wrapped around your thighs, hugging you tight to him as you squirm and whimper, your nipples rubbing and chafing against your blouse. One of your hands leaves his hair and pinches at it instead, the sting going straight to your clit.

Then he does something with his tongue, something so good, that you can’t help yourself as you yelp out an extremely too loud, “Oh fuck!!”

At once, Flip wrenches himself away, and at that moment, the entire drive-in theater is also screaming and cursing loudly, because blown up ultra-tall and extra-wide is the largest shark you’ve ever seen, mouth pried wide open showing off a row of teeth that have frightened the entire crowd.

“Holy shit!” Flip feels like he’s about to have a fucking heart attack, even has to slap a hand against his chest to catch his breath, your slick shining on his goatee, as the realization that the timing had saved your asses stuns him with its convenience, “That was close.”

“Sorry, you have to warn a girl before you do that though!” You smack at his bicep, big and strong and flexing in his flannel.

He snickers at you, pushes his fingers back up into your cunt as he settles right-side up next to you once more. He’s got his other arm settled underneath your head, acting like a pillow, as you throw your leg over his hip. Kissing him, you can taste yourself on his tongue, a reminder of where he just was, what you were both doing.

“Are you gonna come?” Flip asks as he strokes his fingers against your walls. You’re relaxed enough and stretched enough and certainly fucking wet enough now that he can fit three inside your cunt, and it’s almost like he’s fucking you with his cock from how thick that feeling is.

“Yeah, yes – I – I’m so close.” You grind down on his fingers, clutching and holding onto his flannel as you pant against his neck, chasing the feeling, knowing that your time is running out, knowing that the movie will be over soon.

“Want to come down my throat or on my fingers?” Flip kisses the top of your head, but you don’t have the energy to think.

“I – I – don’t make me choose.” You whine, eyes shutting tight as you bite your lip, his fingers pushing and pulling, in and out, in and out, thumb rubbing your clit, your whole body on fire there in the back of his fucking truck.

“On my fingers then,” Flip decides for you, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear as he speeds his hand up, “I want to watch you.”

It only takes a few more moments of attention before your body spasms against his chest. He fingers you through it, thrusts into your pussy as it clenches and throbs, comes comes comes all over his palm. He feels so accomplished, and you’re blissed out of your mind, and the people in the theater are screaming again, and none’s the wiser.

A few moments more, and you’re calmed down enough, snuggly again. Flip’s wiped himself away, cleaned up between your legs with his little towel, and cracked open a nice cold pop for the two of you to share sips from.

“Well, what’d you think?” He finally asks, making you scoff out a laugh, because of course it went well, of course it was amazing, your husband wouldn’t let you have anything less.

“I think…” You say, knowing that you’re likely going to do this again, likely going to want to do more than just get eaten out here in this makeshift bed, “You’re gonna need a bigger truck.”

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#flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman/reader #flip zimmerman imagine #flip zimmerman smut #adam driver fanfic #adcu #blackkklansman #flip zimmermans birthday bonanza

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bluefirewrites · 3 years

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‘Five Stars’ Juke Uber Meet-Cute AU

(Inspired by something that I tend to do at Ubers after going to the theaters and unintentionally spoiling the movie as we’re being driven home. I am so sorry)

Julie parks the car at the house, bracing herself for the low rating she's bound to get after her angry outburst...

What was she thinking? For her, an Uber driver, to yell at these three white boys? And for what? Spoiling the movie she's been dying to see for months. She would have gone and seen it today but she has bills to pay.

She doesn't bother with a farewell, just dropping her head onto the steering wheel as the boys leave her car.

Hearing the door slam, Julie gives herself a couple more seconds to collect herself before going to pull up from the curb.

"Hey," A voice from behind startles her and she screams, causing the boy to scream as well, but his hand is raised, signaling that he means no harm.

Julie squints. It's the guy in the cutoffs- the one who wouldn't keep his mouth shut up about Maddox dying at the end of the movie- the subject of her current frustrations.

He hadn't left the car for some reason, and Julie's hand is itching to grab her pepper spray she has hidden in her door pocket. She's heard horror stories about irate passengers getting violent with their drivers, and she needs to be ready to defend herself.

But the guy, despite how jacked he is (with his biceps showing and all), maintains his distance, eyes pleading, almost soft.

"What are you still doing here?" she asks, trying to keep her voice level.

"I'm sorry for spoiling the movie. I was just... too excited and I forgot that there was someone else here."

"Oh yeah, 'cuz we Uber drivers are totally invisible," she grumbles.

"Shit no-" the guy backtracks, apologetic, "No, I didn't mean that- it's just-" he sighs, "My friends tell me I get so in the zone that... I completely disregard my surroundings. I didn't even consider that you would have wanted to see it. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad."

She looks him over, and it seems like he genuinely means it...

"No, it's fine. I," she points to herself, "I shouldn't have raised my voice like that. Must have been from a shitty week and I just exploded like that. Still... that wasn't cool of me."

The guy nods, "I get it though. I work at a diner, and I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to tell a customer off. It happens."

Julie laughs, "But not like we can do those things without any repercussions, am I right?"

The guy hums for a moment, then holds up a finger, his other hand working his phone.

She turns her head to the dashboard, prompted by a ding from her own device. On her screen, 5 stars shine brightly in the middle of the screen, along with a large tip from a 'Luke'.

"There," the guy, Luke, smiles, "You get to let your frustrations out on a couple of dudes and won't get penalized for it."

Julie stares, shocked, "I-I don't know what to say. You didn't have to do that."

"You drove us back home just fine. Besides, I wanted to make it up to you. For being a... what did you say again? A 'self-righteous blabbermouth?'"

Groaning, she slumps in her seat, "So uncalled for. You're just someone who loves the Madd World universe just as much as I do."

"It really is a cool series. Was so stoked when they announced the movie,"

"Me too! All I can ever talk about to anyone really,"

"I know right!"

Luke then jumps into a rant about the series, to which Julie eagerly follows along, and they go back and forth about their favorite songs on the show, moments that had them absolutely steaming. It's quite a turn considering she's been so pissed at the guy earlier on in the evening.

Before she knows it, it's been half an hour and they hear rapping on the car window, the tall blonde guy gesturing for Luke to get inside.

"That's my cue. This was nice. Have a good night..." he peers at her screen, "Julie. Sorry again.

Luke scoots to the door, when Julie, for once letting impulse take the lead, shouts over him.

"Wait!"

He stills, hand on the handle, and he looks at her.

"Um, maybe you can still make it up to me?" she says, though from how high her voice had gotten and the way her tone was made it phrased as a question.

Luke nods rapidly, "Yeah. Sure. What do you have in mind?"

Julie tilts her head, almost shyly, "Maybe you can take me to go see the movie? As long as you don't mind seeing it twice?"

A wide smile breaks out on his face, "I don't mind. At all,"

She smiles in return, "You're buying though."

"Totally fair,"

"I’ll get the snacks at least. Tomorrow night? at 7?"

Luke bites his lip, nodding, "It's a date."

Julie flushes, and with that he leaves her car finally.

Did she really score a cute date with one of her passengers? That’s... crazy. It’s a sociable gig sure, but she’s never had the desire to see any of them past the ride and monetary transaction. But this Luke dude- he was really fun to talk to. And he’s been real sweet about the whole thing, so... why not?

She pretends not to hear that cautionary voice in her head, one sounding almost like her bestie Flynn, who she knows would grill her about the details when she gets home.

And she also pretends not to hear a loud whoop coming from outside when she manages to pull away from the curb and drive down the street... ‘Okay... the guy can get 5 stars too...’ she laughs to herself.

#i'm clearing out all of my drafts rn #juke #julie x luke #luke x julie #jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke au #Uber Driver!Julie #Diner!Luke #again i'm a blabbermouth when it comes to movies so I would like to apologize #juke drabble #blue writes stuff

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ratmonky · 4 years

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Sweet Blossoms

this is a commission, my friend put a gun against my head to write this and I didn’t get to write any of my own ideas so you don’t tell me it sucked cuz i already know it did lol

Word Count: 4.8K

Warnings: unhealthy relationship, cheating, vanilla *bleh*

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There was no way he could know what kind of flowers you liked so he had left you all sorts of kinds.

You crouched down and took the flower bouquet in your arms, looking around to see who had left them but you couldn’t see him when he was that far into the darkness. With the prettiest smile on your lips, you inhaled the sweet fragrances of different flowers all at once. It almost made you dizzy because of how strong each flower's aroma was.

Carefully walking back inside the apartment, you started looking for the note the cheap supermarket flowers usually came with. While you were handling the flowers, the note slipped and fell onto the floor, right where your boyfriend was standing.

“This again?” he sighed, taking the note. He opened the note shamelessly, reading it out loud. “(name), as pretty as these flowers are, they are nothing compared to your beauty. I hope you’re staying healthy and safe.” He flipped the note to see if there was more to it but when he realized there wasn’t, he tore it apart. “Sounds like a creep.”

“Don’t say that.” You frowned, watching the note get destroyed. “They are harmless.”

“No sane man would leave flowers for some college girl living with her boyfriend. He’s probably still out there rubbing one off.” He leaned to the wall. “I would,” he added with a smirk.

“Stop being vulgar.”

“You say that while wearing things like that. You look for attention as if I’m not giving ya enough.” His words made you look down at your outfit. It was just a sundress.

“You’re overreacting,” your voice was fainter than a whisper.

“Don’t play the victim now. If it weren’t for me, you’d be sucking someone off for money to afford to live in a smaller apartment than this. Maybe you’d join those hookers in the kabuki district if I stopped giving you attention, huh?”

Legs shaking, you pressed the bouquet of flowers to your chest. There wasn’t anything you could or wanted to say to him. He was being mean but he was right. Maybe you had to stop dressing up like this. If it weren’t for him you wouldn’t be able to afford your major or rent. Your boyfriend was paying for the rent while you continued studying and worked to save money to pay off your student loan.

“Never forget that you wouldn’t be shit without me.”

You rapidly nodded, avoiding making him any more upset.

“Good,” he sighed and put his hands on his hips. “Now, go wipe your face, you look like a clown.”

Your hand went to your cheek to feel your makeup over your skin. It was still smooth, not cakey at all but from the way he said it, perhaps it looked worse than you thought.

“Okay.”

Walking past him, you slipped the small piece of paper in your dress’s pocket without him noticing. You put the flowers in a vase before placing them next to the old ones. This wasn’t the first time you had received flowers from your secret admirer and you hoped it wouldn’t be the last time.

Back in your room, hastily you took out the small paper and grinned when a movie ticket greeted you.

~~~

There hadn’t been a time in your life where you put this much effort into how you were going to look like to go out.

Your boyfriend often didn’t like it when you dressed up or put on makeup, he usually made comments on how you looked that made you feel bad about your appearance. Although you knew he loved you, it hurt your confidence. His words affected you in ways you couldn’t describe.

It was one of the reasons why you were conscious of your appearance right now and why you kept tugging your skirt down, worried that you might be showing too much skin. You wouldn’t put your small compact mirror down either, you kept checking on your makeup.

Everyone was looking at you. Thinking that you’re a slut.

At least that was what your mind was telling you. No, that was something your boyfriend would say.

While trying to ignore your own thoughts, you walked up to the employee behind the counter and showed them your ticket to enter the movie theatre. They told you your ticket’s arranged seat number and you saw from the computer screen that the seat beside yours was occupied.

You took a deep breath to calm your senses. The only reason you were here was because of how curious you were, nothing else. You had been getting flowers every Friday for longer than a year now and not knowing the identity of your secret admirer was eating you up.

I’m only gonna take a peek, you promised yourself and walked inside the theatre. If it turned out to be a creep like your boyfriend kept telling you about, then you could just walk away. This was a public space so there was no need to feel anxious about what could happen.

It took you a long moment to find your seat at the furthest back row and get comfortable on the soft cushions. The place wasn’t empty but it wasn’t full of people either, yet the row you had your seat on was completely free.

Each passing minute was unbearable even when you were trying to busy your mind with your phone but nevertheless failed to notice it when someone took a seat next to you.

By the time you looked up, there was a familiar face sitting next to you.

“Junpei!” you gasped, he always managed to sneak up on people since his presence went unnoticed.

He couldn’t meet your gaze, “Hi, it’s been a while huh?”

“Yeahh,” you went on to say before looking around, the trailers were about to start since the lights dimmed, your secret admirer was nowhere to be seen. “Umm, you see, I’m glad to see you here but I’m waiting for someone, this seat is taken.”

His adam’s apple moved as he gulped, there was a sweat droplet that drizzled down from his cheek to his neck.

Your eyes then landed on his lap. He was holding a single rose in his hand, the flower shook in his grasp.

“Oh.” It dawned on you. “Okay.”

Junpei held the flower out for you to take but still averted his gaze from yours. Slowly, you took the rose from him and lifted it up to your nose, inhaling the sweet aroma.

“You can leave,” he whispered, trying not to break the unwritten rule of a movie theater. “I won’t judge.”

He had noticed how disappointed you looked when you found out it was him who had been leaving you those flowers, he wasn’t the aggressive type to force you to sit down with him like this. Entrapping you and making you feel uncomfortable was the last thing he wanted to do.

“Why?” you whispered back.

“You looked disappointed.”

You snorted, “I was surprised to find out my next-door neighbor and dropout classmate was my secret admirer.”

Someone shushed.

Trying to stifle your giggling, you continued. “You could’ve just asked me out normally.”

His cheeks flushed deep red and he finally met your eyes. “You have a boyfriend.”

You got quiet, “Yeah.”

I have a boyfriend. I have a boyfriend but I came here to meet my secret admirer. Why?

Perhaps it was because you wanted to feel validated. The poems you got with the flowers, at least the ones you managed to hide were special to you. Whenever you doubted yourself, rereading the poems gave you the confidence you lacked.

The movie started.

Junpei was fidgeting with his fingers, no matter how much he tried he couldn’t focus on the movie. He had been wanting to see this one since it came out, the hype around the release of this movie and the reviews he had read made him more excited than ever, yet… Since you were here, his thoughts were full of you.

From the corner of his eye, he could see that you were staring at the silver screen but your expression was blank as if you weren’t paying any attention either.

He opened his mouth to say something but a scream coming from the female lead interrupted him. His attention involuntarily directed itself to the screen and soon, he sort of got invested in the storyline as you were having an internal debate with yourself.

There was an exciting scene that had him gripping to the sides of his seat, he was about to comment on the scene when he turned to face you but you were already looking at him, blushing.

Junpei didn’t understand the reason why you were blushing until he looked down. In the heat of the moment, he had placed his hand on top of yours on the seat’s cup holder.

A blush matching yours spread on his face and neck, he apologized before proceeding to lift his hand but you prevented him from pulling away by holding his hand.

Then, you intertwined your fingers together with his while scooting closer to the edge of your seat to close the distance between the two of you.

In that quiet moment of your hand tightly holding his own, Junpei started nodding as if he understood something and returned his attention to the screen.

He couldn’t focus on the rest of the movie, rather he focused on how warm your hand was or how sweaty his palm was.

Your head softly leaned on his tense shoulder. A wave of panic made Junpei’s eye look at you if you had died because -why else would you put your head on his shoulder? Yet, you were very much alive and you were still holding his hand tightly. He didn’t dare to move, not sure what exactly to do either.

Whether it be the most rational thing that came up to his mind or his own curiosity on how it felt, he tilted his head until his cheek pressed against your hair. Your warmth was enough to warm his heart, it gave him the comfort he had thought he would never get. The delicious smell of your shampoo invaded his nostrils almost instantly, a genuine smile spread on his face as you continued leaning on him.

“Why did you leave those flowers?”

The question was sudden.

“Because I… I have feelings for you.” His voice was quieter than a whisper out of consideration to not interrupt other people’s enjoyment of the movie.

“Why?”

“Why?” he echoed, thinking what to answer. There were too many reasons why. He couldn’t come up with just one. “Because you’re you.”

“What does that mean?” You lifted your head up to look at him.

“Well, it means that I like…” Geez, it was hard to say it out loud when you were looking. His cheeks were burning up and his eye was looking at everything but yours. “You’re beautiful and considerate. You care about others and you’re selfless. I guess I like you because you were kind to me back in high school.” The memory brought a smile to his complexion, you two were in the same film appreciation club in the past and were close friends if not best friends. “You’re not scared to be yourself. You always know what you want in life. I always wanted to be like you or rather be with you, kinda like adornment with a dash of being in love with you... I guess.”

Was he really describing you or some idea he had about you?

There was no way of knowing. You didn’t know who you were anymore. Not after you started dating your boyfriend.

If you had asked your boyfriend to describe you, what would he say?

Nevermind, you didn’t want to know.

“Hey,” Junpei called in a panicked voice, someone in the audience shushed again. “Are you alright? Did I say something wrong?”

You shook your head, tightening your hand around his while your eyes sparkled with gratitude. It made you look so kissable, your lips being parted slightly only made the thought a lot more irresistible.

Junpei’s face leaned closer to yours, he was moving hesitantly and slowly, waiting for your reaction. Instead of moving away, you were just staring at him but he felt like he was forcing you again.

Wanting you to make the decision, he stopped himself and closed his eyes, brows furrowing as his anxiety was eating him up. His heart hammered through his chest and he waited and waited and waited until something soft pressed on his lips.

He peeked with one eye to look at your face, the view made his heart skip a beat. Your eyes were closed, eyelashes fluttering as your glossy lips moved against his own. Having not much experience, he followed your lead, parting his lips and mirroring the way you moved yours, ignoring how wildly his body shook from excitement.

You tasted as sweet as you looked, your perfume filled his lungs and made his head spin. He was being conscious about a lot of things as your hand that was holding him moved to his shoulder and then to his neck to card your fingers through the short strands.

He could feel your warmth through your lips better than when he held your hand. He experimentally snaked his tongue inside your mouth to get a better glimpse of how you actually tasted.

Almost immediately, you opened your mouth to allow him entrance, letting his tongue hesitantly move along with yours. Teeth clashed once or twice but it did nothing other than making you giggle into the kiss.

His hand went to your cheek to caress it and pull your face closer until he could get a better angle to kiss you. There was something so endearing about the way he touched you, his touch was gentle, loving even. Something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Once he pulled himself back, the small wet strands connecting your lips together thinned and broke apart.

Junpei was completely red and you knew you weren’t any different. His lips were swollen and pink, eyes full of admiration as he was looking at you. He was cherishing this moment.

The lights turned on, ruining the mood.

Both of you flinched and jumped back on your seats, unaware how you were practically on his lap before. It was kind of comedic, nobody would have cared if they saw two people being lovey-dovey in the back row of a theatre since it was something common yet both of you were acting like two young lovers who had been busted by their parents.

The awkwardness went away only after you exited the theater, holding Junpei’s hand.

“Your dress is really pretty,” he said to break the silence as you were walking down the street.

“Thanks, it has pockets,” you chirped, putting your free hand inside the small pocket to show it to him. “This is my favorite dress!”

“Cute,” he chuckled. His cheeks were still faintly blushed red but not as visible as before. Although his mind was clouded by many things and what was going to happen next, he didn’t dare to say anything that could ruin your smile. Not only because you looked gorgeous with a smile on your face but also because he knew you needed it.

“Junpei.”

“Hmm?”

“Wanna stop by somewhere?”

“Like for dinner? Sure, although I’m not hungry, I can watch you eat.”

“No,” you uttered, pointing towards somewhere.

Junpei’s eye followed where you were pointing your finger and his mouth gaped, cheeks flushing bright red instantaneously. He looked at you to see that you were blushing as well.

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna.” You were regretting making the suggestion.

“No, I wanna, definitely, yes, go.” He had to take a deep breath to calm himself before saying something that made sense. “You asked too suddenly.”

Nonetheless, you were the embarrassed one. He had to swallow down his own embarrassment to sheepishly drag you across the street and into the red light district. The hotel you had been pointing at had a large neon sign that read some nonsense like ‘secret getaway’ on it. You wondered if it was the absurdity of the sign or the situation which made you point at this specific hotel.

In front of the entrance, he hesitated walking inside.

“I can pay,” you said, mistaking the reason why he was hesitating.

“You don’t need to, I was just… thinking.” He was blushing again, how was he going to say this. He didn’t dare to say it out loud. Ugh, he had to. “I-I d-don’t have a condom with me.”

“I think they might sell some inside,” you hummed before getting on your tiptoes to whisper, “You don’t need one anyway.”

This time, his blood rushed south.

Your eyes landed on the not-so-small problem and softly giggled. “I guess I have to check us in, huh?”

“Please…” He used a hand to cover his face in embarrassment. “Don’t tease me about this.”

“I’ll try not to,” you said, pulling him inside the hotel, he quickly pulled his shirt down to cover the front of his pants. The reception was quiet, you chose a room that was the cheapest and got your room key from the receptionist.

Junpei let go of your hand to dive it in his pocket to fish out his wallet to pay for the room but you stopped him. He looked at you in question and you shook your head, retaking his hand. “We’ll pay when we’re leaving since we’re paying by the hour.”

He hadn’t realized how uninformed he was about this sort of stuff until today. He nodded slowly and let you lead him to the elevator and then to your room.

The awkward atmosphere was back as soon as you stepped inside the room. You finally let go of his hand to take off your shoes. While you placed your own neatly by the entrance hall, Junpei had just kicked off his shoes, leaving them as they were.

You walked further inside the room after fixing his shoes and placing them next to yours.

Junpei was busy checking the minibar as you sat on the bed, taking out your phone from your purse to check the time. It was close to evening time, your boyfriend would be back home soon. Shaking your head, you put your phone away and focused your stare on Junpei’s back. “Thank you.”

“For w-what?” His shoulders tensed at your words, it made you smile.

“For the flowers and the notes you left by my door.” You laid down on your back to feel how soft the sheets were. “Receiving them made me excited and feel validated.”

“I-it was nothing.” He walked over to the bed, it was too late to drink anything from the minibar, on top of that, the prices were way too expensive. “I always thought you found them stalkerish.”

The bed sank and creaked as he sat next to you.

“My boyfriend did.” Ah, right. Saying it out loud made you realize how silly the situation was. You were in a love hotel with someone who sent you flowers despite having a boyfriend.

“Yeah.” He didn’t know what to say, the mood had changed again.

Thankfully, you knew what to say.

“Have you ever jerked off to me?”

Caught off guard, Junpei squealed but then forced himself to laugh to avoid answering the question.

“Hmm?” You lifted your head from the bed to look at him, determined to get an answer to your question.

“I can’t answer that…” His voice died off lamely, maybe he shouldn’t have said anything.

“It’s just a question,” you replied, encouraging him to tell you the truth.

He mumbled.

“What?” You smirked, “I couldn’t hear you.”

“I said maybe!” He covered his face with his hands. Another involuntary blush colored his cheeks and neck. The sound of the fabric rustling as you perhaps leaned closer to him filled the room, but all he could hear was his heartbeat in his ears. It seemed like an eternity until you said something.

“How?” you asked, almost sheepishly.

His eye opened widely. Was he hearing things? “What?”

“How did you do it?” His eye met yours again, then turned down briefly to his lap before returning his attention toward you.

He was frozen. He slowly processed your words, pausing for a moment. Had you really asked him that? Did he imagine that? Junpei stayed in his position for a while. He didn't dare to move.

You put a hand on his knee, sending a shiver down his spine as your hand moved up to his thigh.

“(name),” he breathed, the anticipation of what was to come made his cock twitch in his pants.

“Junpei,” you echoed, grabbing his thigh and letting your fingers brush against the growing bulge. “Tell me, how did you?”

He was biting his lip as your hands fiddled with his pants, pulling the zipper down and humming.

It all felt like a dream, something he would have fantasized about when he had his hand wrapped around his cock late at night. Not something that would actually happen in a million years. Yet, it was happening right now at this moment.

“I imagined you touching me,” he revealed when you cupped his bulge.

“How?”

“Naked and-” You tugged at the front of his pants, he lifted his hips and pulled them down.

“And?” Your fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxers, smiling mischievously.

“Under me,” he gasped as you pulled his underwear down to free his half-hard cock.

“Under you?” Wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, you lowered your mouth towards his cock, lolling out your tongue, you let your drool drizzle down on him. Slowly, you moved your hand from the base to the tip, spreading your drool to use it as lubrication.

“Y-yeah.” His hands gripped the sheets tightly. His cock was fully hard and was throbbing in your hand. “Under me.”

Your hand pumped his cock for the first time, it made a faint click sound. “Tell me more.” Using your thumb, you gently pulled back the thin layer of skin to expose the tip of his cock that was glistening with precum. With your forefinger, you tapped on the liquid and moved your finger away to see how far it would stretch. “Or better, why don’t you demonstrate it for me?”

Something snapped inside him.

Junpei grabbed you by your hair and pulled you up before locking your lips together in less than a second. His hand continued pulling you closer to himself while his tongue slipped out to explore your mouth once again. You sucked on his tongue and stroked his cock while grabbing a chunk of his hair in your other hand. You pulled his hair and opened your mouth widely to take the lead and this time you wanted to savor his taste.

Junpei’s free hand went to your ass, groping it and squeezing it as tightly as he could to get you to moan into the kiss and when you did, he lifted your leg to take you under him. Now, he was able to press himself on you.

You turned your face away for Junpei to kiss your neck, so you could jerk him off faster. He pecked on your neck and licked the sensitive skin until he reached your collarbone to nibble on your skin. Desperate to leave a mark of possession.

“Junpei,” you chanted, wanting to warn him about not leaving a mark. “Don’t-”

His teeth sank into your skin, hard enough to draw blood and your body squirmed in pleasure under him. An intense moan left your lips and you retrieved your hand from his cock to instead push his hair back.

Exposing his forehead, made him pull himself back from you. None of you dared to say anything as you gazed at each other. Your eyes were on his scars, albeit you were shocked, you managed to not show it on your face and instead pulled him closer to press a gentle kiss on his scars.

Your hands slid down to his cheeks and you squished them together, before pulling them back to take off your panties. You didn’t even get to take them off properly as Junpei balanced himself on a balled-up fist and hiked the skirt of your dress up. Although you wanted to offer him to take off your dress and panties, he was already positioning himself between your legs.

He stood still for a moment to look at you under him. Legs spread, hair and dress a mess while panties stuck on one ankle. He had never imagined he would see you like this when he left his house today. If he did, he would have been a lot more prepared.

Like bringing a condom.

“Is it really okay?” he asked.

You nodded, not really understanding what he was asking.

Without wasting another precious second, Junpei tapped his cock on your clit, dragging the tip back and forth between your folds before pushing the tip in. He pushed in deeper, letting out a groan in the process when your gummy walls squeezed around him.

You gasped softly, legs wrapping around his hips.

He took a moment to get himself together, it felt like he was going to cum if he moved. This was nothing like what he had imagined.

Whimpering, you moved your hips to tell him to move.

Junpei nodded, unable to let a single syllable out because of the way you clenched around him. He took a deep breath before tentatively pulling his hips back and slamming into you.

Your lips opened in a silent moan and he leaned down to press his lips onto yours as his hips started moving. His pace was irregular, the snap of his hips was brutal but his cock stroked all the good spots.

Arms wrapping around his neck, you held onto him for dear life when his cock began hammering into you. The girth of his cock was stretching you to your limit but the length was worse, with each snap of his hips, you felt the tip kiss your cervix.

The kiss turned sloppy soon enough, both of you were covered in each other's drool from moving your lips clumsily and thanks to the impact of Junpei humping your cunt like a rabid dog in heat.

His hands went to fondle your tits, he pulled the front of your dress down and dove his hands inside your bra to pinch your nipples, he was excitedly breathing into your mouth.

Both of you were close, he knew because you were a moaning mess, moving your hips desperately to meet his thrusts and his cock was twitching inside you because of how you wanted him like he wanted you.

“I’m- I’m gonna-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence.

When you felt his cock throbbing inside you, your legs wrapped around him tighter preventing him from pulling out. Once it occurred to him that you weren’t letting him go, he surged his forward as far as he could to bury his cock deep in your pussy. The tip of his cock pressed against your cervix and your gummy walls clenched around him.

Junpei’s eye rolled up while he spilled his seed inside your womb and in your pussy, filling you up to the brim. He pulled out to watch his seed oozing out from your gaping hole, he used his thumb to spread your folds wider and smiled in awe.

A moan left your lips, legs shaking in the pleasure of your tummy being full of his cum.

Junpei crawled next to you and put his head on your chest, his hand playing with your breast over your bra as the two of you caught your breaths.

There was a soft silence while you petted his hair and watched the ceiling.

You didn’t know what time it was but it had been long enough.

It was time to go home.

When you arrived at your apartment building, you retrieved your hand that was holding Junpei’s reluctantly. The smile Junpei wished you didn’t lose on your face was gone, instead, there was a broken smile.

He opened the building door for you and pressed the elevator call button. You were clutching on your purse, looking everywhere but his way. Maybe you were thinking that you made a mistake, Junpei knew he couldn’t compete with your boyfriend after all.

The elevator doors opened. The two of you got in. He pressed your floor. After an agonizingly long pause, the doors closed with a soft bell chime.

Having previously made your decision, you grabbed Junpei by his collar and pulled him down to kiss him greedily. Dumbfounded, he kissed you back. Although he wanted to use his hands to caress your body, the elevator’s bell chimed again, alerting that the doors were opening.

You pecked on his lips before letting go of his collar, brightly beaming at him.

His lips curled up into a smile matching yours.

Together, you walked past his apartment and to your place while holding hands, thankfully moving your stuff to the next door was easy.

#junpei x reader #junpei yoshino x reader

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