#I've stood in that same spot looking for a movie so many times in the past

[vonzimofancy]

It's been years but I'm pretty sure that's Video Americain that used to be the Baltimore video rental place to find queer cinema.

[missmarveledsblog]

SOMEONE OLDER ( TONY STARK X READER)

summary : when boys your age just don't do it for you but someone older does  .

warnings : age gap ( legal one before anyone is calling svu )  mutual pining , no pepper in this universe  

" nat I'm done dating the dude brought me to a strip club and gave me ones to tip the dancers " Y/n huffed walking into the main living room. " Jesus and I thought my dating life was bad " bucky snorted dodging the incoming pillow . " guys my age suck " she pouted sitting down beside the widow  placing her head on nats shoulder. " date me and we can live our best lives " nat smirked poking her side. " I would but bruce won't share " she rolled her eyes . " I'll deal with him " she chuckled .  " well you could always date me doll " bucky wiggled his brows . " i'm already in therapy  no thank you " she stuck her tongue out at the man . " well  i would of gave you fives for the club " he shrugged . " oh take me now " she fake swooned into the couch. " i mean i could rock your world doll " he stood walked towards her thinking he had the edge . " and i'd break you " she looked up making bucky freeze in his spot . "  i think you just did that " sam fell over laughing . " that's my girl " nat hugged her. " damn it she goes all doe eyes and says shit like that " he grumbled in his defeat. "  it's ok we can hit the club i might have a connection with one of the dancers at this rate " she sighed. " what about the crush "  sam looked around . " just a crush i mean not going to go anywhere other than that " she pouted. " can't believe you've the hots  for stark and not me " bucky teased . " i like older men,  not one from the great depression " she rolled her eyes . "  she a match for stark with that mouth of her " bucky chuckled .  " a lot this mouth could can do boy " she hopped up while nat laughed at the mens gaping mouths .  " see you later malyshka" nat called after her. " bye nat love you " she called back .  

she roamed around compound not really knowing what to do , i mean she had the choice of working out with steve but that was hard pass , maybe working on her computer in the lab would kill time .  she could see bruce and tony already working away on whatever, it's like the two lived in the confines of  that part of the  compound. " hey kiddo how was the date " bruce called . " bust like major bust " she groaned heading to her computer. " well i mean his name was chad " tony chuckled . " he brought me to a strip club, he out chadded any future chads " she rolled her eyes. " hey tony could you come with me i need your help " bruce smiled taking the billionaire gaze off the girl . " with what ?" tony head shot towards the fellow science bro . " snack run  can't carry it so come on , you want anything kiddo? " he asked. " oh cookies and chips please " she looked up excitedly. " coming up " tony smiled brightly. " course it is " bruce muttered . " why don't you make a move man even i can see you like her " bruce whispered as they walked down the hall . " she's too young  plus i mean who say she even likes me , she always around barnes " tony shrugged .  " she doesn't like me stark  " bucky made the two men jump at his sudden appearance . " yeah ok, you guys are always flirting " he rolled his eyes . " no i'm always flirting and she shooting me down with sarcastic comment it's our thing ,  i love her like a best friend  " he chuckled grabbing himself a plum as they began snack hunting . " still she same age as parker and he's called me dad way too many times " he grimaced. " maybe she can call you daddy " nat walked by   with a wink before  kissing bruce on the cheek.  " we don't even know if she likes me i've flirted with her and it does nothing " he said not feeling his usual cocking ego filled  self , a first for tony stark he was sure of that . " you flirt with everyone even F.R.I.D.A.Y " nat deadpanned . " hey honey feel like watching a movie" bruce kissed her cheek , hint of mischief in his words .   " i guess i'll bring the snacks to the lab " tony  picked them up . " hey here's a bottle of that tea stuff she like" nat threw it across the room . " thanks i guess " he walked out wondering would he actually make a move on not . again it was all new for tony he was used to women making the move throwing  themselves at him  yet here he was wondering how to make a move . He wondered if this was how tiny capsicle felt ? .

she sat so stuck in her work she barely noticed tony approaching  hands filled with snacks until the door opened. " where's banner " she tilt her head she was sure the two left together. " with his girlfriend , probably afraid your gonna steal her on him " he smirked handing her the cookies , chips and bottle of ice tea. " i will so he should be scared " she giggled . " so no luck on these dates ?" he knew it was ridiculous fishing around god he felt the kid . " most definitely not i think  i'm destined to be single , i mean guys my age just wanna hump and dump and that's cool but after a while you kinda want more " she sighed looking down at her cookie. " i get that , i mean sleeping around is great but when you're looking for more it's get boring " he nodded. " yeah except you sleep with actresses and models not same thing , like douchebag last night brought me to a strip club because he found out i was bisexual " she laughed dryly . " i'm still finding glitter and i've showered twice" she grimaced. " why not date someone older " he smiled softly. " i would if i could find anyone that took me serious , i mean again they treat you like kid i'm clearly smart and have a head on my shoulders , been taking care of myself since i was like 16 and yet they think i can't do shit for myself or after their money like" she groaned.  " well  it's official  the male species is doomed , i mean not to take such a beautiful smart intelligent woman like you and see how lucky they are, i really should of let loki take over " he smiled as she giggled. " thanks stank  know how to make a girl feel special" she smiled feeling slightly better well she would if the stupid brain of her would calm down as well as her heart rate.  " crazy yet brilliant thought ,  we go on a date , i mean your beautiful  and i'm  gorgeous , i take you serious most of the time and well i know your worth " he stood straight up looking as she slowly looked up at him . " you wanna date me, like as in you tony hot science iron man stark wants to date me " . " yeah i think i said as much " he chuckled. " when " she asked thinking she was asleep cause this was clearly a dream . " well how's tonight sound for you " he walked over leaning slightly over her desk before she shot up  and it came out before her brain even registered the audible glup . " she said yes " bucky called making the both of them jump . " what the fuck are you a cat " she held her chest. " nah but this was fun to watch , good on you stark " he smiled walking off. " i'm getting a bell for him " she laughed once the fright and shock wore off. "so  you'll go on date with me " he asked biting his lip . " i mean you did say i should date someone older " she kissed his cheek walking out of the lab calming once out of his sight she high balled it to nat help her get ready .  

[bigpapi-miguelohara]

Always (Miles morales x fem reader)

Guys this my first fanfic ever please don't judge 😭

No warnings other than heartbreak ig?

You and Miles have been best friends since you were four when you bumped into him and his mom while your parents were moving into the apartment right beside theirs. Ever since then, you guys have been stuck at the hip; where you go, there are miles beside you, and where he goes, there are you. Miles's parents loved you, especially his mom. She sees in you a loving, caring, hardworking person who also has a side of stubbornness and fierceness. So for the past 11 years, you've basically developed a second home at Miles's. You loved Miles the way you loved vanilla bean candles, baking, and music; you just couldn't get enough of him. Both of you would spend days together just doing anything, from watching movies to talking to going out to cool places. But your favourite thing was when he would help you compose music. Music was your life; it was there for you when no one was; it harmonized with your life; songs that cried the same emotions you cried. Miles is the music of your life.

Something was up. Miles wasn't spending as much time with you anymore. Miles, you call out, "Que tal?" He asks, "Wanna go to this new cafe that opened tomorrow?" He thought about it until he said, Sure, I'm excited about it!" Both of you went upstairs under the water tank, where you guys would always watch the sunset together. It was your guys' spot. It held so many memories; it was a body that leaked unimaginable amounts of sweet ichor.

Miles had something to do before you guys hung out, so there you sat alone on a bench where you and Miles always ate ice cream. Headphones on, eyes closed, you felt the music flow through you; the sun shined onto your skin, making the heat pleasurable against the cold winds of spring. Hours pass, and Miles still hasn't called or texted. At this point, he's 3 hours late, and you're still on that bench sketching the blossoming bustling busyness of the streets. A drop of water had fallen onto your sketchbook, and just like that, it had started pouring. The sky sobbed as the plants soaked up the honey that seeped from the sky.

You were soaking wet by the time you got home, so you decided to knock on the door of their apartment. "Tia Rio! Hi, have you seen the miles? We were supposed to meet up." She looked at you in shock at the sight of you dripping wet with rainwater. Mija, are you okay? You're going to get sick! Miles, this boy I thought he was with you?" She said this as she shook her head in disbelief. No, Tia, he's been gone all day; I don't know where he's at. I've got to go now or else I'll actually get sick." You said you were laughing, but deep down, you were anything but amused. Ever since that day, your friendship with Miles has been strained. Fewer hangouts and the fact he keeps disappearing without saying anything made you feel incompetent and untrustworthy. The days when you and Miles were together were gone as if the universe had ripped the two of you apart.

Both of you still hung out, but not as often anymore. Your friendship was fading slowly; his secrets were piling up, and so were the amounts of time he left you alone for a day both of you planned. It was up until Tio Jeff's promotion party that you finally got what everything was about. There stood your beloved miles with a blond girl you'd never seen or heard of before in OUR spot. The spot where we shared multiple sunsets together, the spot where we cried to each other, the spot that held the essence of your friendship It was supposed to be ours, but the sweet body I so loved that was filled with sweet, sweet blood, the memories that built a mosaic of our friendship, were suddenly invaded.

There you stood, speechless. Rio and Jeff could see the sadness in your eyes. They knew you loved him; your own parents knew. Everyone knew except for him, he couldn't see the things you did for him. His parents went up to them to talk; you could see him introduce her to them. Soon his parents went up to you and told you to go up there and talk to him, as you were always the one to hold him down. I follow what they say and go up there. Hi, I'm Y/n Miles's best friend!" a small smile formed as it was all you could muster. Y/n, this is Gwen!" Miles excitedly smiled at you. You could see it; the way he looked at her looked exactly like the way you would look at him. The look that shouted I'm IN LOVE it broke you. You made a sleazy excuse to be able to leave.

You sat there in your room, picture frames upon picture frames of you and Miles together. The reminiscence of candied memories that were no longer A reminder of what was, a reminder when it was only the two of you together. Your heart broke. It was the type of sadness where you silently cried to yourself in the middle of the night, hoping no one would hear.

Miles was worried about It's been 4 days since the party, and he hadn't seen you at all, which was rare. No texts or calls from him were answered.

"If only you loved me," you said, warm tears trailing your cheeks. The suffocating feeling of your heart closing made you nauseous. A pain that caused you nightmares. A pain that makes you sick to your stomach. A pain that makes you want to rip every single hair on your head out.

[echthr0s]

tagged by @longeyelashedtragedy

1. Do you make your bed? Absolutely not. I also sit on my bed during the day, but even if I didn't I never really saw the point. Also, in my opinion a bed should have a chance to air out when it's not being used.

2. Favourite number? Nine and nineteen. Mainly nineteen, for Reasons. Those are the two numbers I use whenever I need a number for literally anything.

3. What's your job? Full-time dilettante, desire deity, and begrudging PR agent for the Earth-facing facet of the Laudarant Configuration.

4. If you could go back to school would you? Much like the person who tagged me, I am not at all suited for a school environment. I do love to learn and I could even love to learn in a small group setting with likeminded individuals (this would be nice for stuff like languages, which kind of requires the social element), but school is not for me. I do like it when other people go to school and then tell me all the stuff they learned, though. I get all the benefit and none of the bullshit!

5. Can you parallel park? Of the very few things I know about driving, how to parallel park is not one of them. And no, I am not at all interested, it seems awful. Driving in general seems awful, in this country in this day and age. Proud to be a passenger/pubtrans princess ✊🏿

6. Do you think aliens are real? Do I think life exists on at least one other planet? lmao of fucking course, like... statistically speaking, the math maths Do I think it's life like in Mars Attacks or The Day The Earth Stood Still or the MCU or whatever? Most likely not. But I also believe in the multiverse, which is immensely more complex of a concept than just the idea of sapient life on another planet in the same universe, so... you know, maybe. Maybe!

7. Can you drive a manual car? See #5.

8. Guilty pleasure? Guilt? In my me? It's not as likely as you think. Or likely at all.

9. Tattoos? The number 19 in Roman numerals with a spider on my wrist, the Mannaz rune on the back of my hand, and "scully, it's me" on the inside of my elbow. All on my right arm.

10. Favourite colour? Yellow. Pink is a close second. Really, I think they just share the first place spot, because I do what I want.

11. Favourite type of music? Metal is technically my favourite genre, since so many bands and songs I love fall under that umbrella. But there's so much music out there that gets me that it feels restrictive and reductive to just name a favourite genre and leave all those other ones out in the rain. I have no idea how to answer this question otherwise, though! My favourite type of music is my favourite type of music. You know?

12. Do you like puzzles? I like jigsaw puzzles and logic puzzles (not nearly as good at these as I was as a child, but they're still fun) and fill-ins (constructed like a crossword but instead of solving clues to find out what the words are, you're given the words themselves and have to figure out where in the puzzle they fit) and... that's about it, really. When I'm playing a video game, I hate puzzles, lmao. They're always so annoying (at best).

13. Any phobias? None.

14. Favourite childhood sport? I did not enjoy participating in sports, ever, but my favourite sport to watch when I was a child was figure skating. In fact, it still is. But I was super autistic about it back then, when I didn't know what masking was and wasn't bogged down with adult nonsense.

15. Do you talk to yourself? Occasionally, but mostly I talk to Can Calah and whomever else is hanging around in the Configuration. To other people, that'd just look like I'm talking to myself, so I guess it counts by way of perception.

16. What movies do you adore? laughing about the fact that prev said "I'm not a huge movies person" and then went on to name about 25 movies (I understand, it's just funny)

I am a huge movies person and I have a Letterboxd account, so here are all the movies I've hit the "Like" button on (my highest honour): Liked Films There are a few on there that are outdated, like I watched them in like 2014 and loved them then but I probably wouldn't feel the same way now (like, I see Chappie on there and I'm like "hm. really?" it's probably fun and all but I can't imagine it's Like worthy :V), but mostly it's accurate.

17. Tea or coffee? Tea. I do enjoy coffee, I just find tea to be the superior beverage.

18. First thing you wanted to be growing up? how on earth would I remember this 💀 I do remember wanting to be an environmentalist when I was a middle schooler, though. I used to badger my father about recycling batteries and shit like that.

[mymadamepoetess]

Sometimes when I enter my kitchen I want to scream. And it's not because of the Mylanta green paint job of the cabinets. (That was my previous place) Imagine standing still for a second, hands at your sides. You can feel the air moving past you. You feel strong, sturdy, and then you step forward. Foot picking up, surging through that same air and landing on the floor. It was just a step, no big deal. Right?

Now imagine you go to move your foot again, but nothing happens. It's jarring at first, how your brain isn't connecting with your leg. You look down at your limbs those appendages you've had all your life. Suddenly you've taken for granted the will power you have. Never having to think or worry about something as simple as a step. Well, at least I never did until I was standing in my kitchen trying to walk and unable to move my legs at will. Finally after a few seconds of coaxing, my foot picked up in a rigid and clumsy manner. But it was a step forward. I tried to regain my balance, my eyes focusing on the kitchen tile. This is so stupid, I remember thinking, just walk Audrey. I moved my other leg, or so I thought it. After a few seconds it moved. I did this so many times in the day. It was so miniscule but the impact it made was devastating. I kept thinking move, just take a step. But then I didn't and I couldn't understand why.

I turned thirty-six years old this year. In a nest of dark brown hair, the few whites I have developed stick out. In all honesty, I am not quite certain how I am supposed to feel at this age. Am I supposed to feel the grievances of age? Am I too young? Truth is, I never planned on living this long, but here I am. Eyes bulging from my sockets as I stare at the kitchen floor. In those moments, I had more drive and desire that not even the little stains and spots could have distracted me. A small ball of dog fir blew across the linoleum like a tumbweed during the pivotal shootout in a western. I could hear the soft coaching of my husband as his grip tightened to keep me from stumbling. It's just a step, I pled. My foot rising up off the floor and down as I moved. I wanted to apologize to him, to tell him how sorry I was for tricking him. I felt so guilty. So different from when we first met. It's all been different since the symptoms started showing. But no matter when or where I am the soft assurance of his voice has never changed. He is continuously in my corner, fighting for me. From the troubled kitchen walks to the dystonia and spasms. He is there trying to pull me from a body I've lost complete control over. Lying on my bed, awake, and of sound mind, all of my senses are working. But suddenly I cannot move my body. I can grasp that time has changed, I can hear summer at my windows, the birds tweeting, I can smell the Gardena near the back door. I am functioning in every way possible except I can't physically move. Is there a word for this that conveys the fear, the uncertainty, and the depression I feel? Petrified? Panicked? That's how this disease or illness has made me feel. And I am petrified because there's nothing I can seemingly do to stop it. In the calm moments after I have regained my mobility, my mind wanders toward a sliver of hope. Hope that the Audrey prior to Long Covid is still a possibility. I am grateful with the pain and pressure gone. Even if for a fleeting moment, it's a moment I can draw again. A moment, I can play a video game, call a loved one, empty the dishwasher, or start a movie.

I will never forget the first time a tremor occurred in public. I was in the frozen foods of Publix. We had just about wrapped up our shopping. When down at my side, my left hand twitched. It started out small, just a finger or two, I remember trying to brush it off as nothing. During this time, tremors weren't as common as the spasming was. When my arms and legs spasmed it resembled what I could only assume an exorcism looks like. But as I stood there I could feel something different about it. I panicked, my eyes jumping from face to face of every passing person. I wished I was invisible, or that I could slink up into a Looney Tunes hole. I exchanged a plea with my husband who by then noticed my hand. He wrapped his hands around mine, trying his damnedest to slow the tremor. He knew how embarrassed I got in public places. But it grew to more than the two fingers. He handed me the car keys to make a swift exit, leaving the cart in the center of the aisle. All the while my hand picking up speed. And I am suddenly very aware of my existence as the isolation seemingly separates me. I am terrified that the outlandish cartoon-style of my shaking will bring unwanted attention. That dragging my feet behind me will disrupt every quiet space I step into. Eyes flocking my way watching the strange Igor-ish creature fetching Frankenstein's monster's brain. Normality is no longer a part of my vocabulary. Although I'd do anything to feel it once again. To feel confident and assured in my steps. Rather than clumsy in them.

In cruel irony, my mind will periodically wander back to 2022. When my only fear was a staircase, or a steep incline. I still had some semblance of myself rather than the misshapen creature that shook or writhed in pain. It is the strangest feeling and extremely sobering to witness your self-decline. To see the arms you had your whole life, that created crazy works of art and even a novel, suddenly lie limp. Unable to accomplish simple tasks. Or shake so violently that it just about knocks you off your feet. But worst of all, curl into this death grip resembling a talon. To look at those disfigured fingers, almost willing them to move. Or watching my own feet, sensing that something was off. Feeling every joint pop as if I was a werewolf in a 1980s horror film. To feel so foreign to myself, making it hard not to analyze every little tic. I wouldn't wish this on anyone.

[smol-and-scared]

Of course you can use it!

And sorry, I've been busy. But here's a little short that I whipped up in an hour:

A Tiny Misunderstanding

"Still time before the movie starts. Wanna grab some fries or something?" Rachel asked, as she shuffled through the park.

"Food? Yes. Fries? No. Imma get me some spicy nugs!" Nora asserted, sliding along the gravel impishly

Alexis groaned "Hell no, You're gonna spend half the damn movie bitching about how 'your tummy huwts' again. Get regular nuggets."

"Never!"

"First thing's first. Rachel has to deal with her little stalker" Alexis announced, turning towards a nearby bush.

"My... what?" Rachel followed her gaze and quickly spotted a tiny crouching on one of the top branches. He looked to be a few years younger than her, probably about 20 or so.

*typ!*

with a chirp of surprise, he was suddenly looking very skittish.

"Oh." Rachel remarked

"Cutie!!" Nora cheered

"He's been following us for a couple minutes now, but it looked like he's mostly interested in you" Alexis turned and continued down the path, pulling Nora by the wrist. "We'll meet you at the usual place. Don't take too long with your break-up"

"Aww...Bye, Rachel! Bye, Cutie!!"

Rachel turned back to the tiny boy, crouching down to eye-level. The tiny responded by quickly leaping on to the stone fence that was being partially consumed by the bush. Probably a more comfortable spot. He looked scared, but there was also another emotion she couldn't quite place...

"What's up, little guy?" Rachel asked, head tilting slightly. She knew he wouldn't understand her words, but tinies were smart. He'd be able to pick up her tone and body language, at least.

The tiny boy hesitated before rummaging through his hand-made backpack. After a brief search, he produced some kind of cloth and a small cannister with a lid. Holding them out to her.

*uhn*

He made a cute grunting noise as he thrust them forward insistently.

"umm... What?" Rachel shrugged and tilted her head, trying to make her confusion clear.

The tiny blinked at her before tapping the rag against the cannister and moving it to the side of his nose slowly and deliberately.

"My... nose?" Rachel touched the same spot on her own nose, running her finger over the spikey silver stud pierced through her left nostril.

*Chrrrr*...

The tiny made a sad noise somewhere between a whine and a trill. His eyes were brimming with concern.

This town was full of preppy college kids so it's possible he had never seen a nostril piercing before. Which means... "Oh. Oh!" Rachel's eyes widened. 'He thinks I literally just have a piece of metal stuck in my face... Holy shit, I think he's offering me disinfectant and a bandage.' Rachel could barely keep herself from cooing in delight.

Most tinies were terrified of humans. And judging by the tremble in his arms, this little guy was no exception. Hell, they were right to be scared!! Many humans viewed tinies as pests or animals and treated them accordingly...

But this sweet little guy had fought through his fear to 'help' with her 'injury'! How brave!! Rachel took a moment to compose herself. 'So how do I break the news to him...' she hummed.

Rachel shook her head, confusing the tiny. Before he could insist again, she pulled back her hair and showed him her earring. She deliberately touched her nostril stud, then the earring, then the stud.

The tiny blinked a couple of times, but after two repetitions, he chirped in realization before turning a bright shade of pink.

*eh*, *eh*

He mewled, as he bowed politely. This time Rachel couldn't help but chuckle "No need to be sorry. I appreciate that you were worried about me!"

His final bow was longer and more emphasized than the others, and with that, he scampered back into the underbrush. Rachel let out a huff of adoration as she stood back up to her full height 'Come to think of it, I think I've seen him in this park before... He probably lives here.'

She began walking down the path towards her friends 'Actually, my place isn't too far here... Maybe I'll stop by evey now and then to check on the 'locals''.

Rachel smirked as a delightful thought popped into her head '-and I'm totally gonna fumble a couple fries here on the walk back.'

Endemic Non-Lingual Tinies

Imagine a world where tinies never evolved the capacity for language (Mostly due to the fact that larger civilizations did not survive natural selection)

I posted about this idea before, but let me be more specific this time: These tinies cannot speak, cannot read or write, and they cannot be taught language. Their brains completely lack the capacity to convey complex ideas. The most 'language' they can possibly learn is about twelve words. And that's just because they memorized the sounds and meaning in the exact same way a dog would.

However... just because they are not able to convey complex thoughts, doesn't mean they don't have them.

Their thoughts aren't articulated as words (like humans do). Instead, they think in images, concepts, and emotions. And their voices are... just little chirping sounds.

Imagine seeing a pack of two or three tinies hiding under a picnic table, chirping and squeaking at each other. They are communicating, but only in the simplest possible terms:

'Anger', 'Confusion?', 'Assertion', 'Anger', 'Apology', 'Submission', 'Acceptance', 'Condescension', 'Exasperation', 'Challenge?', 'Dismissal...', *Scampering Off*, *whimper*

It's like hearing crows argue outside your window. There is clearly a conversation happening. But it's all conveyed through tone, body language, pitch and context. But to a human? It's just a bunch of tiny noises that sound almost identical.

That's just how things are with tinies! They're clearly intelligent. Most of them are able to craft weapons, tools and clothes. Some have even been observed making mechanical devices!

For a moment, one could almost forget how different their minds are. Watching them work, they seem just like us... And then you notice those tiny engineers keep a sort of 'Master Pebble' (which they carry everywhere, cradling it protectively) Because they do not have any other way to standardize their measurements within or between packs. ...Maybe not just like us.

And of course, how much you see tinies at all depends on the area, its wildlife, fauna, and ~general vibe~ If tinies feel particularly safe somewhere, they will mingle out in the open (but always close to a potential escape route). You can wave at them of course! In a hostile area, they will flee at any acknowledgment. In a friendlier or safer place? They will wave back! They aren't 100% sure what the gesture means, but it keeps the humans happy and most will immediately leave them alone after getting a wave back, so most tinies keep doing it.

[Side note: Mimicry has become most tinies' default solution to a seemingly friendly human gesturing at them. Don't believe me? Lock eyes with a tiny and wiggle your body a couple times. They'll be confused as hell, but goddamn it they will wiggle]

It's extremely rare for a tiny to approach a human, but the experience is absolutely magical. Maybe they're hoping you'll drop some crumbs from the snack you are eating. Perhaps they are curious about you, and perch nearby to watch in amazement as you lift an entire apple! If you've earned their trust, they may even beckon you to help them when there is an emergency or accident.

All in all, tinies are a beautiful little enigma. Their intelligence, willpower and emotions are almost a mirror of our own. But their instincts, communication and relationships are as wild as the animals that surround them.

(I wanted to revisit my idea about tinies that never evolved the capacity for language. Because it's by far my most popular post, and yet somehow, the core vibe never really got across. probably because of the specific fearplay scenario used).

[usmsgutterson]

Tis the damn season- give me a title, a genre and a character and I’ll write a fic!

i don't dance , fluff , pin hawthorne

I Don't Dance- Pin Hawthorne

Okay!! Thank you so much for sending this in! I'd been looking for a reason to write for Pin but hadn't come up with any feasible ideas for him so this gives me an excuse to finally write something!! Writing for Pin is always fun, and I’m really excited to write out the other requests you sent in for the holiday event!! Thank you for sending so many!!

Fic type- this one is probably the fluffiest piece I've ever written for Pin

Warnings- none

December crossed over Bright Fields on Thursday morning, the crew who worked there entering the stables to a ground covered in snow and a few solid months of stress waiting to befall their shoulders.

December was always one of the most stressful months to work at the stables, between working, preparing for exams at school and trying to find time to be a person outside of it all. Most days, while you worked, it felt like you were moving from one thing to the next, on a loop that would only end with the end of your workday.

Granted, while there were few stressless moments in the stables, everyone managed quite well to find them on their own.

For you and Pin, those fleeting moments were often ones where hugs from behind were delivered in passing, smiles passed along as Pin went in one direction and you went in the other. They were found when you and Pin could find a moment to talk in the offices, when the two of you were in the stables looking after your horses and would discuss the deeper things and the times where you'd be able to exist in a comfortable silence as the two of you worked within close proximity.

It was the truth, however, that you felt the least stressed when you were with Pin at the house that he'd inherited upon becoming a duke.

It was when you were sitting on Pins bed, blankets draped over your legs as you sat criss crossed with your laptop open to an essay, where Pin had been sitting to your left, head on your shoulder, the ghost of a smile on his face as he watched you type, that the stress faded down to almost nothing.

That day, though? You were with Pin, as you were most others. You'd been putting on one of his sweaters because of how cold it'd gotten with the impending snowstorm, a song from your playlist playing from it's spot in an old candle jar to dim the sound so that neither you or Pin stopped focusing on the last of your assignments before Christmas break or exams.

“How you can call this a holiday playlist when there are no holiday songs on it is beyond me.”

“The playlist isn’t supposed to have holiday music on it,” you defended, adjusting the collar of the jumper a bit as you spoke. It was a granddad jumper that Pin had owned as long as you’d known him, one that he tended to wear a lot more frequently as England succumbed to the hellishly cold weather that came with winter. “It’s music that reminds me of the holidays. Music that has the same cozy feeling as curling up and watching Christmas movies.”

Pin said nothing, so you continued. “I also created it with dancing in the sitting room in mind, but I haven’t gotten the chance to do that with you yet.”

“I don’t dance.”

“You’ve said the same thing at the winter formal every time we’ve gone,” you said pointedly. “And, to be fair, I wasn’t trying to ask you. I was just mentioning it, really.”

Pin turned to look at you, adjusting the sleeves to the black jumper he’d chosen as he spun around in the desk chair. 

“I’d be willing if you asked, but my room is too small. The sitting room is a bit of a better fit, I would say. There’s less to get in the way there. So long as we don’t bump into the couch, I’d assume we’d be fine.” 

You rolled your eyes but grinned. “For a man who says he doesn’t dance, you seem to want to quite a bit.” 

Pin grinned as he stood, shrugging. “Perhaps I do, but I ask that you don’t tell Zoe or Becky. I get enough slack from them about how eventually we’ll have to kiss when I walk beneath the exit of the stables where Elvis is kept, since Jade put a mistletoe above it at the start of this month.” 

You grinned, closed your laptop and stood, nodding. “Jade is the only person I’ll to whom I’ll tell the tale of the time we danced in your sitting room, and I’ll ask Becky and Zoe to get off your back about it. I would’ve thought Marcus told them we already had kissed under the mistletoe, anyway. He’s the one with the photos.”

“He sent them to me last night,” Pin said, grabbing his phone before the two of you moved to exit his room.  He turned his phone on, showing you his lock screen. It’d been the photo that Marcus had taken, you clad in one of Pins sweaters, him wearing one of the few you hadn’t stolen, arms wrapped around your waist while yours were on either of his shoulders. 

He unlocked it and showed you his home screen, the second photo Marcus had taken, the one that happened seconds after the first, where you had to pull away because neither of you could stop smiling. It was at that point that Marcus cheered and called you two ‘christmas lovebirds’ before approaching to ask about joining him and Mia on a triple date, one that Zoe and Becky were attending as well. 

You just grinned, taking his hand and interlacing his fingers as the two of you approached the sitting room. Pin let you go for only a moment to set the music, and as the first song started while Pin tossed his phone to the couch that’d been pressed against the wall, you laughed.

“You dissed it two minutes ago, and you’re playing a song from it now?”

Pin shrugged as he approached, giving you the kind of grin and look that he tended to reserve for your eyes only--the kind of grin and the kind of look that took away all of your doubts that he loved you, the kind of look and the kind of smile that made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. 

“You mentioned it was good for a slow dance or two,” Pin said. “I’m taking you up on that, seeing if you’re right.” 

You scoffed as you put either arm on either of Pins shoulders and Pin wrapped his arms around your waist. The song happened to be one of the slower ones on the playlist, one that was perfect to sway along to, so you did.

The two of you moved in a careless circle, talking and laughing and loving being in one anothers presence, the stress that you’d felt at the beginning of the day having dulled out almost completely. 

As the song ended and another song started, Pin laughed. “Fine,” he said. “I give it to you. This playlist is good for a slow dance.” The two of you stopped for a moment, and you let Pin spin you around before joining him again.

“I made the playlist so that I could trick you into dancing with me Christmas Eve,” you said. “I do love that you’ve decided to dance with me beforehand, but the plan to get you to dance this Christmas is still absolutely on the board.” 

“I don’t dance,” Pin said. You laughed, shaking your head.

“The fact that we’re dancing right now proves that to be a lie,” you said pointedly. “I’ll get you to dance on Christmas, Hawthorne. Just you wait.”

Pin pressed his forehead to yours, the two of you stopping your dance as the song continued. “I can’t bloody wait, then,” he said. “You and your tricks, my love.”

You pressed a quick peck to his lips, shrugging. “My tricks and I, darling.” 

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The Oneiric Thief

Part One of Oneiric Theater

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IZ*ONE's Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader Smut (Series w/ Plot)

Categories — lots of rough hate sex, mommy kink, choking, change of writing style halfway in

The start of a series I've been writing these days. There is no definite schedule to this; I will update it when I like. Requests will still be written.

Enjoy.

The theater doesn't look too crowded.

That is one of the many things that is strange about all this. You have been told that you are about to see a great film. A mysterious movie that is a combination of every genre there is. Several other people also think that it's a film worth watching. So why is the theater almost empty?

Oh well. You're not going to waste a theater seat that you have already paid for. Might as well watch it anyways.

As you walk through the aisles of seats, you observe the place closely. You're a visual learner; you like to study everything with your own eye, seeing them for what they truly are and not merely knowing of them through stupid words.

Words are stupid, you've always told yourself. It is a small thing to have such a conviction of, but how can you know if the place you've been told of is as authentic as described unless you go see it for yourself? People lie these days; you only have yourself to trust if you would not want yourself to be trapped in lies woven by them.

But will you trust me if I tell you this: the seats of the theater are a velvety red and the place is as dark as can be, if it weren't for the film playing on the big screen before them? And that it is a misty confusing dream of tears and anger and sex and heartbreak and hurt?

You have paid for one of those seats already. Since you are a strict spender, you have chosen one of the cheapest ones: a chair at the higher part of the place which is the very back. But seeing as the enormous theater is barely occupied, you decide to just be seated wherever you want to be.

You pass through numerous empty aisles, your feet rubbing against the carpeted floor as the film continues to play on the wall. You want the perfect seat, somewhere you could comfortably view the film.

You have already passed by several aisles. Sometimes you would see someone sitting there, but that is an extremely rare case. But whenever you do, you make sure to study them like a schoolbook.

You have seen a girl with pink sakura hair in a floral dark-blue dress, a lady in a suit whose hair is an occasional river with the blue highlights, and...

There she is.

Right there, on one of the V.I.P. seating aisles, is a woman in a dark two-piece suit with her arm propped against the black armrest. Her pretty, God-sculpted face leans against her hand. The two top buttons of the white blouse underneath the blazer are undone, and a beaded Chanel necklace below a smaller one.

No, she isn't an acquaintance. You've come to this theater alone. But once you have seen her sitting back so relaxedly with her gorgeous eyes looking almost bored yet at intrigued at the same time in the movie unfolding before her, you become a magnet.

It's ridiculous, you tell yourself. You promise that you have never seen this woman ever in your life, but you notice that she looks vaguely familiar. Maybe it's the short blonde hair? Or the blazer lined with white? You wouldn't know.

You have stood there for so long, jaw on the floor at just the sight of her, that you have not noticed that she has spotted you staring.

And when you do, your cheeks turn red.

She realizes it when your figure at the corner of her eye distracts her from being able to watch the movie properly. So she turns to you, gives you a gorgeous smile and asks, "Enjoying the view?"

Her voice is not at a tone of anger though. It's soft, playful even. Her smile is in between a confident smirk and a gentle grin, and in the back of your mind you know there is a word for her expression, but you have just forgetten everything when you saw her.

"I apologize," you try to say, your throat tight. Your ears have become red.

"That's quite alright," she assures you. She gestures to the seat beside her. "Would you like to watch this with me?"

Yes. Of course you would. A woman this gorgeous asking you if you'd like to enjoy a movie together?

Yes!

Your mind repeats the word as if it were a religious chant, spoken reverently in churches and sung by heavenly angels. You make your way to sit beside her with a glad heart, trying to stop yourself from doing a happy little skip.

Even when you have already sat down your eyes remain on her. The aura of the girl us too strong, and despite her remaining anonymity, you somehow trust her with your whole life.

The theater is air-conditioned, but you feel so hot beside her. Every part of your body is alive. You wonder what it is about this beautiful stranger that makes you react to her like this.

You'd love to know.

"Such a great film,” she says. "Miyawaki Sakura truly gave her all in this, did she not?"

You want to tell her that you have no idea what she's talking about. That all you know is that you have been staring at her this whole time, studying her beautiful serious face and wondering what is it about her that makes you so attracted.

But you don't. You lie.

Lie for a stranger you've never met in your life (but then again, you're sure you've seen her somewhere), lie for a woman just because she's pretty, lie for a stranger you desperately want validation from.

The lie isn't too far-stretched. It is just a hum of "Mhm, I guess", but you pray that it's enough to make her approve of you.

She turns to you, and raises one eyebrow in amusement. "You think so?"

"Yes. Miss Miyawaki is really a great director."

"That's funny. Miyawaki didn't direct this film. You're really just saying anything, huh?"

It is only now that you realize that she has set out a trap, and you have dumbly thought that the crumbs of food inside could be paradise when what will follow is hell.

She has caught you for the second time. Caught you like a rabbit lured into a basket trap, fearing for its life as a campfire flickers in the way.

You swallow roughly. Your Adam's apple bobs in your throat as you do so, and you can't stop yourself from thinking about how much you have ruined your only way of impressing her.

She smiles again knowingly. Your beautiful captor shows a bit of mercy to her prey by reaching her lithe hand out to pat your cheek. Cold rings around some of her fingers dull the heat in your face.

"Don't worry too much, darling. Just don't lie to Ms. Kwon again, and you'll be okay. You got it?"

Her words flicker between a threat and an assurance. Whatever it may be, they do little to calm the heat in your stomach.

Nevertheless, you try to take comfort in her smooth, gentle voice and obey what she says.

And when you do, you are given the sweet, sweet approval you have been looking for.

"Good boy."

You freeze right there and then like an old computer glitching. Did she just…?

Yes, she did.

You know she's reading you like a newspaper when she does smug smile. "Eyes on the screen, darling."

Darling.

Her hand trails itself to your chin and gently turns your face to the film before you.

Right! you tell yourself. The film! You have forgotten about it already.

Watch it with your newfound companion in silence. Her hand has now snaked down to your own, entwining your fingers together. It's a welcome distraction, but you have to remember what you came and paid for.

It's an interesting watch. Whoever directed it must have reached into you with an invisible hand and stole all your memories and dreams. The film is literally deja vu put into acting.

The main character is a man who is just like you: a sucker for pretty women, yet has been used by almost every one of them whom you've dated. He just falls for every trick again and again.

And strangely, he likes it.

Again, you.

After each heartbreak, he falls back into his terrible habits. Some of them even involve the police, and a few scarily specific incidents that tap into memories you have hidden in the depths of your brain and hope you'll never meet again.

Every strangely specific scene that unfolds causes you to shift uncomfortably in your seat. Your companion notices it, and offers you a concerned look.

"What's wrong, darling?"

"Ms. Kwon, I—"

"Eunbi," she corrects. "Eunbi is fine."

"Well, Eunbi," you continue, fumbling to explain yourself, "it's just that…this reminds me of things I'd like not to remember."

"That means it is good then."

Eunbi faces you, taking all of her attention away from the film and giving it to you instead. You do not know if you like that or not, but if you get to see her pretty face like this, maybe you like it.

"Tell me, if you please," Eunbi asks, "what do you think is the name of this theater?"

"I—I've been told it's the called the Oneiric theater."

"And do you know what ‘oneiric’ means?"

You shake your head.

"It means dreams, darling," she defines for you. She gestures to the interior of the theater. "This is the place of dreams. This is where dreams are brought to life, acted out by only the best, made in a way that is understandable and viewable to the public."

Turn back to the film again, then to Eunbi. Repeat the action once.

As you stare at her, brutal realization slowly settles into you.

No fucking way.

Look at the movie again. You begin to understand why everything is so familiar.

No-fucking-way.

Are those…?

"No!" you exclaim, shaking your head. "It's impossible!"

"Who do you think directed it?"

"M-me?"

"Kind of," Eunbi says, cocking her head to the side. "You were the inspiration for it. I directed it."

"B-but how could you know what I'm dreaming of? How long have you known me to even put my life and dreams into a single movie?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

There it is again. That damn smile.

That damn fucking smile that drips of smugness and cockiness. That damn fucking smile that intimidated you at first, but now only makes you furious.

You glare at her angrily, but she is not about to back down at the game you start. She continues smirking at you, even raising her eyebrows innocently. Everything she does has the pure intention of bringing you to the edge.

Those lips.

Those pretty fucking pink lips.

She wins.

But you are a sore loser. You grab the lapels of her coat and pull her close, your lips engaging hers into a furious make-out session.

Eunbi's face makes an expression of surprise, but she doesn't back down. Instead, she enthusiastically returns the kiss. Her hands place themselves on your face, tugging you closer as you aggressively lean into her.

Pin her down to the other chairs. You bite down roughly enough on her lower lip for it to bleed, and she yelps. Her hands push your chest away while she quickly sits up.

Blood rolls down from her lower lip, neatly spilling down her chin and staining her white blouse.

"Kwon Eunbi," you say, "you're a fucking bitch."

Despite the bleeding, Eunbi responds with a cocky tilt of her head. "Oh, you think so? Just wait until—"

You don't allow her to finish talking. You tear off her coat and discard it somewhere in the aisle, then undo her belt in one quick movement. Seize her wrists in one hand and tie them with the belt behind her back.

"I'm going to ruin you," you promise her. "And by the time I'm done, you'll wish you kept your hands off my mind."

Eunbi laughs. "Do you have any idea how stupid you sound right now?" she asks you. "Genuine question."

Don't entertain her cockiness. Grab her by the collar and pull her to her knees. She stumbles, head knocking against your thigh as you undo your jeans and pull out your dick. You give it a few quick strokes before sitting back into the velvet sear and offering it to her mouth.

"Suck on my cock, bitch."

Eunbi spits on it in bratty refusal.

You place your hand on the back of her head and shove your dick into her lips. She gags when your tip hits the back of her throat. She looks up at you with seething eyes as she sucks on it.

That is how you discover how besides from her great mind as a director, she also has a talented mouth.

She gives the side of your cock a half-hearted kiss. "Hm, your dick is big for a guy like you"—places her mouth on it again before trying to take it all in one go; she pouts when she can't and licks the tip instead—"I could bring all your nightmares into life and kill you, but Mommy likes your cock too much. Such a pity."

"M-Mommy?"

"Mhm." Kwon Eunbi tries again, but can only take half of it in her warm mouth. She is visibly frustrated but settles for that, bobbing her head up and down. "Fuck it's too big. I guess I'll have to…can you at least get this…" She motions to her hands tied with her belt.

You are glad to undo the restrictions from her hands. If her mouth is that talented, who's to say her hands aren't? Eagerly unbuckle the tight belt around her thin wrists.

The evil smile that drips of blood on the oneiric thief's face quickly tells you why that's a bad idea.

Oh no.

"Ohhh, darling, you are so gullible it makes me sad." The director straddles you, the cloth of her pants a strange but welcome heavenly sensation on your dick. "Tsk tsk, just so vulnerable. I wonder what I should do to you, hm?"

Tremble in your seat as she grinds onto you. She's unpredictable, a black cat blending into the dark night and pouncing out of nowhere.

But one thing you are certain about Kwon Eunbi is that she always has the upper hand, one way or another.

Her hand trails down to your cock. She closes her hand around it and jerks it off quickly. You groan, throwing your head back and trying to hold back your moans of pleasure.

"Mommy should just choke you, shouldn't she?" Her hand seizes your throat, squeezing it tightly. You gasp when her hand becomes tighter.

"What the hell—are—you ch-choking me for?" you squeak out.

"For acting like a whiny bitch in my theater. For thinking you can just get the upper hand like that."

Tears fill your eyes from the choking. You are deprived of oxygen and struggling to see her face without your vision blurring, yet your cock remains erect, prodding against her crotch.

If anything, it's the choking is getting you even harder.

"I hate you so fucking much."

You finally tear her hand off your neck. When you do, you tear her blouse apart with a rough hand. It isn't difficult to do so; the buttons have been struggling to stay together to protect the plentiful tits that protrude against it.

The buttons fly into the air. You are met with her large chest smothering your face, probably rendering you more breathless than when she choked you.

"Mmph!" Your groan is muffled as she pushes more of her pillowy soft breasts into your face. You free them from the white bra by pulling it down, discarding it onto the floor.

Immediately place your mouth onto her tits. You grope one in your hand and knead it while sucking the other. She grabs your head with both hands and tugs you closer, shutting her eyes and moaning softly as you suck harshly on her nipple.

"You're enjoying this too much," she scolds, hissing through her teeth. "Way too much. But your mouth is too—fuck, do that again."

Obey and bite down on her sensitive nipple, causing her to squeal. Her nails dig painful lines into your scalp.

Her hips keep grinding onto your meat. You swear that you'll cum just from the sensation of the fabric rubbing onto you. You change that by quickly pulling down Eunbi's pants, discarding them with her coat onto the floor. Her creamy pale legs contrast the dark pants. They wrap around your waist and the red chair.

Your eyebrows raise at the sudden feeling of wet sopping folds grinding onto your tip. Smirk. "Really, director? No panties? I thought you'd at least be formal."

Eunbi's hand meets your throat again and gives it an experimental squeeze as her blue eyes narrow dangerously. You screech as quietly as possible.

"Oh, don't get too carried away now, mister," she warns with a smile that you're sure isn't even a proper sign of how much she enjoys this. "You wouldn't want me to put what we're doing on the screen right there, would you?"

Gasp for air. "How is that even pos—"

"Shhhhhh."

Eunbi continues grinding her wet folds on the tip of your dick. You hear her whimper softly when her clit brushes against you.

The slowness of everything infuriates you. You take matters in your own hands and shove up into her pussy.

When you do, heat envelopes your body and spreads goosebumps all over your skin. Kwon Eunbi's sopping pussy is tight as fuck, and the gasp of surprise that leaves her mouth brings your cock to full mast. The tightness makes you groan out a strangled—

"Ah!"

Eunbi completes the sentence for you. Her hands grip your shoulders till your bones feel like they could crack beneath them. Her walls grip onto your dick mercilessly as she starts bouncing up and down.

God, it's like she wants to milk you dry.

Her head throws back as another curse slips from her mouth. She bites down on her lower lip despite the bleeding, too pleasured to care about the sting.

"Fuck, this dick is better than I thought," gasps Eunbi, her chest heaving. "M-Mmph! Fuck! Maybe I wouldn't have to steal all your dreams after all."

"Maybe you wouldn't, director," you respond weakly. Your legs feel like jelly as Eunbi fucks herself onto you, her firm butt meeting your thighs with every bounce and her tits heaving up and down.

Her moans are loud enough to bounce of the walls of the theater. They even drown out the dialogue in the film. All you could hear is her skin slapping against yours, and her loud, wanton moans mixed with your own muffled ones.

Why is she so pretty for a woman you hate so much?

"Hahh…maybe I don't hate you too much," you manage to say, biting your lip. "Forgetting the fact you—you looked into my mind and exposed my dreams. Oh, and how were you able to do that by the way?"

Eunbi whines when your dick rubs her sensitive spot. "If you suck on my tits, I'll tell you."

"Hm, a thief, liar, and a scammer. Wonderful."

She smirks. "You like it though."

She's right. No, she's wrong. Maybe both?

Whatever she's correct or wrong in, you do not care. Either way you are happy to feast on her breasts, sucking her nipple loudly while she fondles the other in her hand.

God, you just want to wake up everyday to her tits in your mouth. She can steal your dreams as much as she likes and make them into films. All that she could so just in exchange to having her in your mouth.

"I'm close," Eunbi whimpers out, shutting her eyes. You feel goosebumps spread across her skin under your tongue, and her walls clench tighter around your cock. "Ahhh, I'm cumming!"

The urgent riding comes to an end when a scream pierces the theater. It's loud enough to alarm the other two ladies you've seen earlier—not that Eunbi cares one bit. She shamelessly screams in pleasure as her juices spray all over your dick.

You've managed to hold yourself from cumming early until now, but the sight of the cold composed director suddenly turning into a shameless, screaming slut by your own doing urges you to do so.

But for this round, you have won.

"Damn," you say, a smug tone forming in your voice. "Didn't know you were a squirter, director."

Eunbi's face turns red. "Shut up."

"Now tell me, how exactly were you able to manage to write a film of my dreams?"

"F-Fuck…” She whimpers when you press a thumb to her slick clit, drawing tight circles on the sensitive nub while her thighs quiver from the overstimulation. "Okay, I'll tell you."

Finally. Generously pause the rubbing on her clit, anticipating the answers you've been waiting for for so long when she cups her hand over your ear and pulls you close. Her breath is hot against your neck.

"I did it through something," she whispers. "Something…something called…"

"‘Called-’ what?" you ask.

You can feel her smirk. "Something called ‘none of your damn business’."

What the fuck?

Eunbi smiles, but the proud expression on her face is quickly replaced by a look of surprise when the frustration finally takes over you, and you push her off of you, forcing her to stand on trembling legs. She stumbles backwards, her back hitting a red chair.

"Bend over."

She scoffs, buttoning her blouse back together, ignorant of your words. "I'm not doing shit."

"Bend over," you repeat.

She repeats too. "I'm not doing shi—"

Spin her around and bend her over the velvet chair before you, sealing her hands behind her back. She squeals in surprise.

Her second squeal is not of surprise anymore, but because of the sudden penetration from behind, your dick sinking deep into her folds and withdrawing just as quickly. Then inside again.

"Ahh!"

In and out, in and out, in and out. The rhythm of your thrusts keep her tight around you, but what makes her really gasp and clench down is when you drag the wetness from her folds and rub it on her nub.

"Mmph! Mmph! Fuck!" Eunbi has lost count of the times she has sworn the word. Her sensitive spots keep getting stimulated, the sensation making her core throb and knees buckle. "Your d-dick is too good but…" She turns to you and smiles. "Still not telling you."

"Tell me. Now." Stress the word with a rough thrust. She cries out, her upper body falling down onto the chair, which you quickly pull up.

Pump into her more forcefully, your hips slapping harder against her ass. "Now."

"You think that just because your cock is big I'll tell you?"

"Oh, so you think I have a big dick?"

"Of course not, you narcissistic asshole. You're…oh my god! I'm cumming!" Eunbi screams again. It's another squirting, her juices overflowing and spraying on the floor and the seat.

When your pumps remain merciless, she whines helplessly. "Alright! I'll tell you!"

Slow your thrusts to prompt her to speak. Though the pace has relaxed, the shoves of your shaft into her pussy are more forceful. Each one provokes a soft whimper from the director, a sound that stiffens your dick more.

She cries, trembling beneath you. "It's…it's complicated to understand," she explains，trying to draw out her words between pants. "We need to talk about it somewhere—somewhere not here."

"Another scam. You really are one of a kind, Kwon Eunbi."

Fuck Kwon Eunbi. No, not that way, but—fine, kind of that way. Both literally and figuratively. She has been messing with you from the first second you've stepped into her theater; lying to you, stealing, manipulating, everything. It's starting to piss you off.

Why does she have to be so pretty though?

You feel your orgasm approaching. Without any care for what she felt, just as she had done to you, you use her body for your own benefit. Fucking her cunt and savoring each delicious clench onto your shaft and the feeling of her tight walls rubbing on your veins.

The knot in your stomach breaks.

You fill her insides with cum. Her juices mix with your own and mingling inside her, her folds creamed with white.

She is still shaking when you pull out. Her short hair is messy and her legs quiver, and for the first time, you actually register the rare look of vulnerability in her pretty face.

Her pretty, pretty face.

It almost makes you forget how much you hate her.

What makes you remember is her nonchalant remark.

"Well, that was lame."

Roll your eyes at her painfully obvious lie. Though your mortal enemy is gorgeous, she is also irritating. "I still hate you by the way," you remind her. Just for good measure.

She smiles fakely as she pulls her pants back up her pale legs. You cannot keep your greedy eyes off of them. "You don't think I hate you more?"

"Why would you even hate me? You're the one who stole my dreams and lured me into this place. Which, by the way, you still haven't explained how you did."

"Oh, fuck off."

The film has ended. Kwon Eunbi is now walking down the aisle, her coat and pants back on, her thumbs curled around the cuffs of her pants as if nothing happened.

You struggle to keep up with her long strides. "You still owe me an explanation."

"I don't owe you shit," she replies sharply. She has turned the aisle you have stayed in and up to the back of the room, her shoes shuffling against the patterned carpeted floor.

"I should have bitten your lip harder," you say grumpily, noticing the blood stain on her blouse and her bleeding bottom lip. The bloodiness makes her look like a vampire.

"Oh, don't get so sad, darling. I will explain everything to you when the time is right."

Stop in your tracks and cross your arms. You won't let a pet name distract you from the matter at hand anymore. "And when exactly is that?"

Eunbi stops too. For a moment, she doesn't move at all nor speak.

You wonder if she's angry. And if she is, what she might do to you.

"It's complicated." She heaves a sigh. "Time doesn't exist in dreams. It's…confusing."

You have no idea what she's talking about. How is it complicated? What does she mean with the time and dreams? Why does it confuse her? Three new questions are added to the hundred more you have for her.

Three new questions when she is supposed to be answering you.

"You still haven't answered me," you remind her.

Finally, she turns to you, a smile on her face. "Come visit Mommy again next week, 4:29 p.m. sharp. I'll have a new film ready for you. Just you."

Why not just say 4:30? And what does she mean with a new film? Isn't her theater supposed to be shut down because she is a thief?

More questions. More. And. More.

You want to ask her these questions directly, but she's already gone.

Gone like a dream within seconds of waking up.

You can't tell if she is a wet dream, or a nightmare.

[bluecookies02]

When they make you cry

pairings: Hawks x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Bakugou x Reader, Aizawa x Reader, Izuku x Reader, Tamaki x Reader

Tamaki, Bakugou and Hawks are in a female!reader perspective, the rest of them are Gender Neutral

warnings: angst to fluff

masterlist

Hawks will get cocky, laughing in your face when he sees your shocked expression.

Both of you were going at each others throats, spitting insults to one another, just your recent daily routine.

Now Hawks knew you were a tough gal, which in his head made it alright for him to strike a really painful nerve into your chest.

As you remained speechless he turned around, a winning smirk plastered on his lips.

Just as he took a few steps forward, sobs wrecked your body as you hid your face in your hands.

"I d-don't think I can take this anymore Keigo" your broken voice reached his ears.

A pang of guilt pierced his chest once he turned around to face you.

He did this. He made you cry. He completely drained your happiness out. He hurt you.

His teeth dug into his lip, his eyes stinging as tears picked at them.

At that point, he didn't give two shits about who's right and who's wrong, his arms reaching for you and wrapping themselves around your shaking form.

He held you there for a while, listening to your cries that gradually turned into soft sniffles against his chest.

"I-" He opens his mouth but his words remained stuck at his throat.

"I don't want us to end..." you mumbled, your own words throwing you into another sobbing fit.

"We won't end here kid, I've got you...shit...I'm a fucking idiot...of course we won't end sweetheart...c'mon look at me" he raised your chin up gently, looking into your red eyes.

"I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry...not just for today, for every day before this, I-, God... don't leave kid, p-please"

You stared at his face, tears now streaming down his cheeks as his grip on you tightened.

You swallow the lump in your throat, grabbing his hands in yours.

"Something has to change Keigo...I miss you...we've been distant for months. Sometimes you don't even come home to me, do you know how that feels?"

"I know, I know, I swear... I miss you too. I'll tell you about everything I promise. Let's go home please."

You hesitantly nod, putting your heart on the line for the last time.

And now looking back, you're glad you did.

//quirk: flesh manipulation (the reader can manipulate the molecules in a person's flesh just by touching it, making them useful mid-battle to make the other heroes ready to fight again in a matter of seconds, but also making them a threat to their enemies )

If there was one thing he despised about you, it was your guts.

Hell curse him for falling in love with someone so stubborn.

To live through a relationship with Dabi meant that you had to have though skin. You had to be strong enough to bite your cheeks and endure the issues that people in regular relationships never face.

He enters your home, covered in bruises and cuts, asking for your first aid kit.

You sigh to yourself, your usual nagging and yelling never reaching his ears.

You place the first aid kit onto your bedside table, turning your back to him, tiredly walking out of the room.

"Hey-" his voice calls out to you, quiet and confused.

You close the door behind you, making your way to your couch.

One of these days it'll be the last time he walks into your home, the last time you help him clean his cuts and the last time you hear his voice.

The weight of uncertainty pulls at your chest harder with every passing day.

He chose to continue living like this, he is the one that keeps ruining his own life, it's his ambitions that are making you this miserable.

Once he patches himself up, he sits on your bed for a while. Your silance meaning one thing and one thing only. You finally realized how pointless being with him is, you finally got it through your thick skull that he's nothing special to dwell about.

Time passes by quickly, a few hours already gone yet he's still glued to the same spot, not having the strength to leave your room, too scared to face your rejection once he gets out.

He should be happy for you, you won't be hurting anymore, you'll be able to find someone better.

He slowly twists the knob, taking slow steps through your living room.

You are laying on your couch, tear stains on your face and a tissue crumbled in your hand.

His chest tightenes at the sight. You cried yourself to sleep. He wonders... how many times did you cry over him? How many times would you just lay here as he carelessly roamed the streets?

He should leave...he should spare you the pain he brings. You were the only good thing in his life and by continuing this he'll ruin you, piece by piece.

You showed nothing but kindness to him, you made him realize that some people are worth getting close to, you being a hero also making his resolves shake under his feet.

He stretched his arm out to your cheek, careful not to wake you up.

He left a soft kiss to your temple before leaving your house.

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You woke up to a persistent ring of your doorbell.

You felt terrible...your hair was a mess, your nose was all clogged up and your eyes burned from all the crying.

You opened your door with annoyance, mad at whoever decided to burst your sadness bubble.

"Hey doll, I would've let myself in but my hands are kinda busy"

Your boyfriend stood there with a backpack on his shoulder and a carton box in his hands.

"So...do you happen to have a room to spare for a year or two...maybe three?"

You stare in disbelief your hand covering your mouth.

"I know that me being a villain might be a setback but...I got some hair dye? I might even consider letting you fix my jigsaw face."

Your body crashed into his, the box dropping to the ground as you squeezed your arms around him.

Maybe he can make you as happy as you make him.

You knew he was rough around the edges, but you never even imagined that you would be the one his rage would be directed at.

As soon as insults came crashing your way you left the room.

You were just trying to calm him down, placing your hand on his shoulder as you urged him to stop shouting and just let it go.

His rough hands grabbed yours, throwing your hand away like you were a mere fly, his quirk burning your skin.

You tried calling out to him just for him to snap around and scream at you.

Once you reached your dorm tears freely rolled down your cheeks.

You yearned for a normal relationship, longed for some peace and quiet just for a week or two.

Yet you just couldn't let the blonde go, always hoping for some miracle to come your way and take ahold of his ego.

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It's around 2 am and he can't fall asleep for the hell of it.

You're not picking up his calls nor answering his texts and you've been inactive on social media for hours.

Kirishima has been urging him to go to your dorm for two hours already, spamming him massages about him not being manly enough to win you back.

It's not like he doesn't want to, he just has no idea how to. Should he get you something? Get you some food and flowers? Where the fuck can he find all these things at 2 am? Isn't that how people in movies apologize or something...

He hates when you're mad at him, he is scared shitless of actually scaring you off and pushing you away.

A knock at your door snaps you out of your thoughts and a small flame of hope warms your heart for a split second as you make your way to your door.

He's holding a gray hoodie and a pair of bento boxes.

"That's not gonna fix it Katsuki."

"I know shitty woman you didn't even give me a chance to speak!"

You're sure that that's the first time Bakugou said the word "sorry" in his whole life.

The way it rolled off his tongue was shaky but somewhat determined, his hand grabbing ahold of yours gently.

Guilt was evident on his face as he stroked the bandages covering your hands.

"It's not that bad Katsu, and I understand that it was an accident." you mumbled trying to pull from his grip so he can focus on something else.

He grabbed ahold of your wrists, bringing your palms to his lips.

"I'll work on it, I promise. It'll never happen again. I mean it." you just give a soft nod, leading him to the table.

"Good. Now let's eat, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" you cheered, opening the bentos and stuffing your mouth with rice.

"Y/N...it's 4 am."

"Exactly, now eat, you're not gonna let me eat all of this by myself?!"

For this man, it was close to impossible to make his s/o cry.

He cherishes the relationship he has with you, making you feel special every single day at a time.

So when he sees you crying, he's confused and alarmed.

He reaches for you, trying his best to give you the comfort he thinks you need.

When you push his hands away and scream at him...Oh boy...

He's terrified.

Did he do something? Did he forget your anniversary? Your birthday? Did he eat your snack from the fridge??

You're pulling at the strands of your hair, your head buried into your knees as you sob.

He looks around, eyes widening when he sees a photo of himself and some girl kissing on the screen of your phone.

He wasn't there? He has proof! He was in a meeting! All of his colleagues could confirm that, he just needs you to listen! Please listen to him.

He's talking...blabbering...begging for you to just look at him.

As soon as you look up for a split second, he's hugging you, smothering your face in kisses as you weakly try to push him away.

Finally he leans his forehead against yours, letting out a long sigh of relief when he realizes that you're not crying anymore.

"Please Shouta, please, if you even have any respect for me, don't lie to me." you mumble out coldly, turning your head from him.

"Y/N, I would never, ever do that to you! Never! I love you so much, please, you have to know that, you do know that!"

You're too stubborn, but he calls all of his colleges one by one, putting them on speaker for you, asking about the time of the meeting or details of the meeting and they all have the same answer.

So now, your throat is dry and there's a lump in your throat, guilt eating at you as you try to apologize.

He couldn't give two shits about any of that, all he has to know is that you're okay and that you're still his.

He's not letting you go for the rest of the day, you're wrapped under the blankets with him as he makes sure you never believe the bullshit you see online.

"Sweetheart if I ever cheat on you, that's the day I cut my own dick off and bleed to death."

It makes you giggle and then laugh hysterically and he's just looking at you with the biggest heart eyes 🥺

Izuku would never do anything to make you cry.

He pays attention to every single detail in your relationship and he especially pays attention to your feelings.

What he is really bad at, is taking care of himself.

He doesn't take in consideration how you feel when he comes home all stitched up and tired, or how he stays up late to train and push himself further than his body can take.

However one day, he is exhausted from his training and he barely has any strength left. His phone rings and he is rushing out the door, already panting.

You don't reach him in time to stop him, so here you are, hours later next to his hospital bed.

The villain wasn't too powerful, but his state caused him to pass out in the middle of the bettle field.

As soon as he wakes up, you're yelling at him, but at the same time sobbing against his chest.

"I can't just stand here and watch you hurt yourself Zuku... I can't, I can't, I can't....O-one of these days you're just gonna slip away from my hands, I can't. Please" You're grip on him softens as you loose the strength in your hands.

His arms wrap themselves around you, trying his best not to flinch as you rub against his bandages.

His eyes are watering, realization dawning on him as he holds your tired body against him.

You're right...He sees the state of himself after a lowlife villain with a pathetic quirk sent him into the hospital. He doesn't even want to think about what would've happened if there was someone much stronger out there.

"Hey Y/N...I-...I might take a week off, to rest yeah? Does that sound good?"

You nod, wiping away the tears as you sniffle.

"And you won't be training at night anymore. And you won't be staying up late!" you scold as he rubs your cheeks.

"I won't. I promise." he places a kiss at your temple, pulling you onto the hospital bed next to him.

"Let's sleep for a bit yeah? I might owe you a few hours..."

You're crying, he's crying.

He's down on one knee and he's stuttering, his hands shaking as he hears you cry out a happy "Yes".

He barely gets the ring on your finger, burying his head into your neck as soon as he gets to his feet.

You always thought that he was going to propose to you at home, maybe some homecooked dinner with roses and candles. You didn't mind that option either.

You were surprised that he even suggested a walk in the park.

I mean, it was a really small park with little to no people in the area but it was beautiful nonetheless.

You're all giddy and happy as he takes your hand in his, his eyes always glancing at the ring on your finger.

Once you spot an ice cream stand you leap in happiness, rushing to get ice cream for the both of you.

The lady selling it smiles brightly at you.

"Is that the lucky guy?" you nod grabbing your icecream as Tamaki hides behind you.

"Good job sweetheart, you're making this lady very happy, I can feel it in my old bones" you laugh at her remark as you nudge Tamaki forward.

She hands him his ice cream and winks at him.

He's blushing and thanking the lady before running off to an empty bench.

”He’s a lil’ shy but he's got the spirit” you say to the lady as you rush off to get him.

You take the time to really study the ring, the beautiful blue crystal shining in the sun.

”I...I hope you l-like it...Nejire helped me out. Uhm I probably shouldn't have said that...S-she-"

"I like it Tama...I love it actually" you place a gentle kiss just at the corner of his lips, his hands grabbing your cheeks and kissing you deeply in return.

His cheeks are warm and his lips are slow against yours but you melt against him, letting him place you in his lap.

"Oh my God, I have a fiancé, oh my God, I have to call Mirio and tell him you said yes. You said yes, right?"

You laugh as you shake your head at him, playing with his hair as he fumbles with his phone.

All of the pictures are from the original anime/manga (please do correct me if I'm wrong in the comments below)

The Tamaki one has no angst in it because I had to heal from all of the emotional rollercosters.

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chapter three (◕ᴗ◕✿)

jaehyun x fem!reader

warnings - toxic bsf, insecurities, anger issues, mild anxiety.

the soft breeze of air treads through y/ns hair slowly, the chilly air made her shake even more than she already was

what if it was just a set up... to humiliate me for ever thinking i could get with Jaehyun

she wouldn't put it past his friends, the amount of times she's heard about something they did scared her, wondering if this was the smartest idea.

she opens the door to the small cafe that barely has any people in it her eyes don't land on him, yup definitely a bad idea.

she walks into the cafe, meek steps while she grips the bottom of her brown skirt in attempt to calm down.

i guess it's my first time being stood u-

"hey y/n" Jaehyun lightly puts his hand on her shoulder as she turns around quite violently "oh hi" she mumbles nicely "sorry i was sitting there, it's the best spot although not so practical" Jaehyun says, a nervous hand scratching the nape of his neck "oh it's okay, i just didn't see you" she smiles and jaehyuns face instantly lightens up.

"cmon let's go sit" he says and softly guides her with a hand on her back.

jaehyun is a true gentleman, he pulls the chair out for y/n before sitting himself, she wonders how exactly she landed in this place, one so many would kill for.

"this place is nice, it's quiet" y/n says "yeah it is isn't it, me and my friend johnny found it freshman year and it's been our special spot ever since" Jaehyun rambles, stopping himself before he tells y/n every deepest darkest secret of Johnny's.

"so what are your hobbies?" jaehyun asks as he sips his coffee "hm i like reading i guess, and movies, i don't really have many hobbies i guess" y/n says kindly "what are yours" "i like movies too, i enjoy basketball but i play it so much as my major that i don't really dedicate free time to it" he says "that's understandable, i used to love astrophysics and just studying it for fun but now it's such a chore" y/n says before she takes a bite out of her croissant.

"do you-" "why did you invite me out" they both say at the same time, Jaehyun chuckles to himself before answering "does there have to be a specific reason?" he laughs, not wanting to get vulnerable, "i mean yeah unless you just invited me out for no reason" y/n says quietly, instantly regretting coming here in the first place.

"well i just find you interesting, I've seen you a lot on campus and you just seem so interesting" he says and y/n nods "okay" she says "was it a decent answer" he asks "not Romeo but something" she smiles and jaehyun grins widely back.

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after a long few hours at the coffee shop with y/n, Jaehyun couldn't rip the smile off his face. he walks up to the door of his shared house when it suddenly flings open.

"out of everyone, literally everyone you pick her" johnny almost screeches at Jaehyun and he looks at johnny with a confused expression.

"what are you talking about" Jaehyun asks as he steps in the weirdly quiet house. "y/n y/l/n, there's so many fucking people on campus and of course you like her" johnny says.

"i don't understand what you mean" Jaehyun just takes his coat off before walking away, "no you wouldn't understand because you have no problem just taking everything and leaving it destroyed" johnny says dramatically.

"i am so confused" Jaehyun walks down theo hall to his bedroom "belie, her best friend me and her have something and you're going to ruin it by whatever sick game you're playing on y/n" johnny says, following Jaehyun when he stops in his tracks.

"I'm not playing a game on her okay, i genuinely like her" Jaehyun says "yeah right, i get that she's decent but she's a total nerd, and really uninteresting" johnny says and suddenly he feels himself being pushed back by Jaehyun, Johnny's back hits the wall and jaehyuns hands grab harshly on his collar "if she's so uninteresting, how did i spend 4 hours in a cafe with her and practically beg her for another date hm" Jaehyun spits meanly "relax dude you can like who you want" johnny whispers, knowing how bad Jaehyun can get when he's angry "watch what you say about her" Jaehyun says, shoving johnny into the wall before walking away.

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y/n shuts the door to her condo as she sighs dreamily, out of everyone Jung jaehyung could've chosen, he chose her.

she practically jumped for joy whenever she thought about it, her mind couldn't focus on her studies because of the excitement in her tummy.

should i text him? she thought to herself, not wanting to seem needy.

her phone dings loudly, and she checks it quickly.

jaehyun:

Are you free to call?

y/n:

of course:)

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a/n - this is the third chapter I'm sorry I've been so slow with this 😭😭 and I've decided that this fic might be a bit dark to some people lol, also it's unedited so I'll edit it later

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I Want a Love Like the Movies - Andrew Garfield Imagine

Title: I Want a Love Like the Movies

Pairing: Andrew Garfield X Reader

Based On: Movies

Word Count: 2,177 words

Warning(s): break-up, argument

Summary: Andrew and (Y/n) fell in love while filming a movie together. However, nothing in real life was as easy as a written script.

Author's Note: Here we go, my dudes!!

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I jumped when his hand slammed down on the counter. I closed my eyes, almost embarrassed that I had reacted like that.

"Don't shut down," he muttered. I looked over at him. "You do that every time something bad happens because you'd rather live in denial-"

"Don't say that," I replied.

"Then don't do it."

I leaned forward and hid my face in my hands. I was so tired. Tired and angry and just done with everything that was happening. I didn't want to deal with what was going on.

"See-"

"Then tell me," I shouted, standing up from my spot on the couch and walking over.

I stood across from him, the island serving as a barrier.

"What the fuck would you like me to do? Because every time I try to talk to you, you just tell me to shut up!"

He clenched his jaw.

"I can't talk to you about anything serious! You just want to change the subject or make it about personal jabs at each other! It's exhausting!"

"That's exhausting," he leaned forward. "Do you know how hard it is to come home from work every night and be met with a new complaint?"

"Every night?"

"Yes, every night!"

"Well, if having a conversation with your partner is so fucking exhausting, then you can sleep on the fucking couch!"

I started storming away.

"Of course, send me to the couch when you don't get your way!"

"You don't get to sleep in the bed that I bought when you're behaving like you never got past middle school!"

I made my way out of the room and started storming up the stairs. When I got to our room, I slammed the door so loud that I was stunned it didn't shake the house.

"And cut!"

I let a smile take over my face as I jogged down the steps. Andrew met me at the doorway, smiling.

"That was amazing," he complimented. "You were just... amazing."

"So were you," I replied. "That was intense."

"Hope I didn't scare you or anything," he touched my arm.

"Oh, no, not at all," I waved him off. "It was a good kind of intense."

"Alright, that's a wrap for the day," the director called. "Andrew, (Y/n)!"

We both jogged over to him.

"Fantastic work today," he said. "We're gonna work on the scene where you two are talking through the bedroom door tomorrow, so be ready for that. Other than that, great work. Have a good night."

We both wished him the same before he started walking away. After close to fourteen hours, it was nice to know that we didn't run into too many problems.

Andrew and I both started walking out, ready to change out of our clothes for the day.

"I know today was a lot," Andrew started. "Could I interest you in a drink? To take the edge off?"

I chuckled at his reasoning. "Sure. I'll meet up with you after I get changed."

He nodded. "See you in a bit."

"See you."

Maybe half an hour later, I was sitting on Andrew's couch with a drink in my hand. We were both laughing over some story from the set of one of his old roles. I wish I could be that engaging and entertaining. I was honestly jealous of that ability.

"Alright, alright," he said after I had done my fair share of mocking. "Enough about me. I want to hear one of your stories."

"Okay," I looked down at my drink for a moment, tapping my nails against the glass as I tried to think of something. "Oh, okay. I've got one."

"Yes," he shifted in his seat like he was getting comfortable.

"Alright," I took a deep breath before jumping into the story. "It's not as exciting as you're hoping. So, I worked on a project with a guy who was playing a character that was supposed to have superhuman strength. The whole idea of the scene was that I would try to appeal to his better nature while he basically strangles me against a wall. I'm kinda up in the air and I'm begging for my life and I'm dying and all that, right? So, obviously, I start kicking my legs, as one would-"

"Oh, God-"

"Don't get ahead of me," I chuckled. "Well... I got a little too into the moment. I swung my leg too close to the center and... nailed him. Right in the dick."

Andrew let out a loud laugh and leaned his head back.

"This guy was like 6 foot 4," I continued, fighting off my laughter. "So, when he fell, it was like a tree falling in the woods. And it was my first major project, but he had a whole career built. I thought he'd get me fired."

"Did it all work out?"

"Yeah, he was a good sport about it," I nodded. "Hell, I'm here, right?"

"Good thing you are," Andrew replied. "I don't think I can picture filming this with anyone other than you."

"Aw," I looked down nervously, trying to hide it with a chuckle. "That's very sweet."

"I'm serious," he said. He moved closer to me on the couch. "You're the reason I've enjoyed working on this film so much."

I looked back at him, trying to not show how anxious being this close to him made me.

When we were acting, I could hide it. Wrap it up and excuse anything I'm feeling as just good work. But here... here, it was different. Nowhere to hide unless I ran for the hills. All I could do was deal with it.

"(Y/n)," Andrew mumbled after a moment. I hummed to show that I was listening to him. "Can I kiss you?"

My breath felt like it stopped. I pulled myself together enough to nod at him.

He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine. It was all so careful. Like the moment was too delicate. Like if he had moved any faster, it would break in front of him. I reached my free hand up to touch the side of his neck. He moved closer, pressing his lips to mine a little harder.

When his hand touched my back, I pulled back slightly. His lips brushed along my cheekbone as I reached out and took the drink from him. I moved back just long enough to place the drinks on a flat surface.

"I was going to spill those," I said with a chuckle as I sat down and kissed him again.

He laughed against my lips as he pulled me closer. My hands reached up to cup the sides of his face.

And at that moment, I felt like everything I had wanted had fallen into place.

The love and the patience. The dates and the romance. All of it was finally in my reach.

Andrew and I seemed to immediately fall for each other. As soon as our relationship started, it felt like a whirlwind.

It all just felt so perfect. Gentle kisses, date nights, being able to be proud of the person I was with. It was romantic, dream-like. It was all that I had truly wanted in a relationship. And I would've done anything to hold onto it.

It was amazing. Great.

Until about six- or seven months in. We had been completely in love with each other, but when we both started preparing for new jobs, things took a turn. It was almost surprising how much easier it was for people to hold onto a relationship when you saw each other at work and at home.

Things were tenser than before. Affection was either short or felt forced. Gentle kisses became pecks, date nights almost stopped, and it felt like we did more hiding from getting spotted than anything else.

At first, I wanted to excuse it as the "puppy-love" phase wearing off. Andrew hadn't seemed to notice any problems, so I assumed it was normal.

It all came to a head one night when I had some extra work to do for my next project. It was more script work. I was getting ready for a chemistry test with a few people that were also up for a role in the project.

I was pacing in my living room while Andrew cooked in my kitchen. I didn't even notice that he had walked into the room until he wrapped his arms around me from behind. I jumped a little. He chuckled and kissed my shoulder, muttering an apology.

"It's alright," I said, reaching up to touch his cheek for a second. "I... I need to finish this, Andrew. Just a little while longer."

He sighed, not moving.

I took a deep breath and touched his wrists, guiding his arms away from me. I took a few steps away from him, going back to my script.

"Is this how it's going to be now," he asked. "You avoiding me and calling it work?"

"What," I furrowed my eyebrows, turning my gaze away from the page so I could look at him. "I- I have a chemistry test coming up in a few days. I need to be ready."

"That means closing me off?"

"What on Earth are you talking about," I replied. "Why haven't you brought this up before?"

"Because I thought we'd move past it, but you clearly don't want to do that."

"Excuse me," I scoffed. "You spent weeks locked away, so you focus on a script. I respected you. I left you alone. Let you decide when we would spend time together. I am asking for a little bit of time to get my work done and then I'm yours for the rest of the evening."

He rolled his eyes and walked to the kitchen. I just went back to my script, trying to ignore the sick feeling in my stomach.

I jumped when he hit his hand on the counter.

"If you want to throw a fit, go do it at your place," I snapped. "Don't try to damage the shit that I pay for."

"A fit?"

"What the hell else would you call this?"

"I am so tired of this," he motioned back and forth between us. "Of the tension and the crap. I am sick of it."

I clenched my jaw. I would anything to go back and talk to him about this. To never let it reach this point. But he could've started that conversation too. We could've avoided all of this if he had.

Neither one of us was smart enough to understand that.

"What, are you shutting down-"

"Leave," I said bluntly. "If... If you can't see how unacceptable it is to expect me to respect your work while you don't respect mine, then you need to go."

"(Y/n)-"

"Leave. Please. For the night, at least."

Andrew closed his eyes for a moment before nodding. "Okay. Fine."

He walked to the door. He tried to hug me goodbye, but I stepped away. He let out another sigh before continuing to leave.

"I'll... I'll call you tomorrow."

I just nodded.

After that, it only went downhill. Our phone call did the opposite of what we wanted. That one fight set off a chain reaction that culminated in us calling it quits.

At first, it hurt. I felt like I had been thrown from a rollercoaster and made a rough impact with the ground.

But I worked through it. And I got back on my feet. Got through that chemistry test. Got my next project. Everything was starting to line up for me and I had enough to work on to keep me from thinking about everything.

And then... the premiere.

It was the first time that I had seen him since the end of our relationship. We kept quiet on the red carpet. All we did was get the photos we needed to get and then went inside.

It's easier to avoid conversation when you're in a theatre of some form.

It all hit me again as the movie played. Watching a fake version of us go through the highs and the lows and still come out happy. Something like that was enough to make you feel like you failed. I had to close my eyes at the end, unable to watch myself smile and kiss him. No idea what was to come. So naive.

I let out a breath as the lights came up. I hadn't noticed that I was crying until the cast and the crew of the movie stood up, turning to thank the people that had shown up.

As we waved and clapped, I looked to the side, locking eyes with Andrew. He was crying too. It was only a few tears. The ones that made the jump over the wall that had been put up. He nodded at me. I nodded back.

What we had, what I wanted... it wasn't realistic.

I hadn't failed, I had been brought back down to Earth.

The landing just hurt like hell.

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During a mission with the League a bystander catches Batman and Y/N in a cute couples moment during a fight and they manage to get it on their phone, that pretty much outs their relationship to the world. Then the next morning, by the time they wake up Batman and Y/N are trending everywhere, like Larry Stylinson level trending. And the hashtag #batmanbottoms is like at No.1. So now the batfam and justice league have taken it upon themselves to laugh at Bruce. I think it would be so funny. Thaaaaaank you.

Warnings: none

With aching muscles I shifted in the stark white sheets of the neatly fitted bed. My eyes were bleary when they opened, just barely, and I managed to see the clock read 2:27 PM. It was just about the same time I woke up yesterday, almost on the dot in fact.

I tried to get out of the bed, knowing the only way I could diminish these sore muscles would be to move around, but I was held back by a strong arm looping around my waist. I groaned, rolling over in his embrace and sighing.

"Bruce, it's after two..." I tried to get him to let me go, but the more I struggled, the closer I was pulled to him. I giggled slightly when he also started placing kisses along my neck and chest. In all reality, we didn't get the quality time together that we deserved, but for the time being, there were more important things going on in Gotham, and for the sake of the city, we could out our personal needs on hold.

"If we get up then we have to get food..." he mumbled into my shoulder, his hands now rubbing gentle circles on my skin since I had relaxed.

"I think that can be arranged-"

"You didn't let me finish... we will go get food to bring back here." He secured his arms around me again, knowing I'd try and shove him off for his pitiful efforts.

"As tempting as that sounds, I would like to spend at least an hour with our family today." I said, using one finger to brush up against that singular ticklish spot he had on his upper body. He released me from his hold and I quickly slipped out of the bed to avoid getting sucked back in.

"But our family is so.... loud." He complained, burying his head beneath a pillow. He'd been laying on his stomach, so his scarred and bruised back was facing the ceiling, and was open to the air. I sat down next to him and traced one, the longest of the rest.

"And they love you. Come on, maybe we can play family games, or watch a movie." I patted his shoulder and stood back up, grabbing some sweats from my dresser drawer, then moving on to the bathroom to actually make myself look somewhat presentable for my journey to the living room.

When I came out, Bruce had gotten himself up, still looking sluggish, per usual for the time of day. He took only a few more minutes before we actually made it out of the room.

We didn't even make it all the way down the hallway before Tim stopped us by shoving a phone in our faces.

"Did you guys see this? It's everywhere!" He shouted, his voice echoing against the marble floors.

I took some time to read the headline, and saw the picture beneath it was definitely from last night. Bruce and I were able to steal away a small moment last night after delivering some robbers into the hands of the police, and we thought we'd been fairly sneaky, but as luck would have it the picture was taken straight on, so we must not have been trying very hard to conceal ourselves.

"How many sites are covering this?" Bruce furrowed his brows, taking the phone from Tim for a moment to scroll down.

"This is the only one I've seen so far, but it's already gotten a lot of click traffic." Tim said, scratching the back of his neck while he took his phone back from Bruce.

We were slightly alarmed when we all heard a cackling sound coming from the living room.

We turned the corner, seeing Jason and Damian huddled together on the couch while they snickered at something on Jason's phone.

"Hey Tim, another site has it up." Jason said, his grin was maniacal, and that was never good.

Another phone was shown to our faces and the pictures, along with the hashtag #batmanbottoms there to accompany them.

"Well that's just great..." Bruce murmured.

🦇

All day, the three boys had been teasing Bruce about the articles and especially the newest trending hashtag. It already a few million posts under it in the last several hours. Tim simply found the ordeal purely hilarious, and made every mention to say so when he could.

The one who was the nicest about the whole situation was Dick. He more than the others knows what it's like to be misconstrued in the media, but right now he decided to just remain quiet, lest he slip up and laugh about it too.

Alfred wasn't one for social media, but the boys had shown him everything they could, trying to get him in on the joke.

Sitting at the breakfast bar area, Bruce was trying to avoid more conversations with his family, but eventually they sought him out, and I had to come to the rescue.

"Alright guys, the joke is getting a little old." I say next to Bruce and leaned against him. He smelled nice...

"But mom, this is the best material we're ever gonna get to roast dad... we gotta use it." Damian shrugged his shoulders and said so as if it was something that had to be done.

"Yeah, I mean come on the guy's a bottom." Jason added, pouring a glass of orange juice and sliding it to Damian before pouring himself one.

"I am not a bottom." Bruce sighed, leaning forward and overdramatically flopping his face on the counter. He'd had enough of it, but I would make it just a little worse before I made it better.

"I mean... you are, but that's not the point." I said, making the boys across the counter practically lose it. They almost dropped their juice. "No more about it though, okay? Just give it a rest."

My words were directed to the boys, who nodded immediately while smiling their heads off. I'd given them fuel, but taken away the car for them to put it in, so they'd have to save it for another day.

They both left the kitchen after that, and Bruce lifted his face from the countertop, the color red rushing through his cheeks.

"Did you have to add that last part?"

I chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, which had been thoroughly massed up from his little tantrum.

"Yeah... but they won't bother you about it anymore." I said, an Idea popping into my head. "If I can get Alfred to set up a movie night for the boys.... do you wanna go be a top?"

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@jasontoddorjasongrace

[lostinthewiind]

Piss Off Your Parents - Part 9

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: arguing, harsh language, swearing

Song → 18 by Anarbor

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The trek up the stairs from the store to the apartment felt like climbing a never-ending escalator that was going the wrong way. After the day you had had, you were both mentally and physically exhausted and ready to call it a night early.

Thankfully, as if you had finally hit a stroke of luck that day, Keishin had texted you saying that he would pick up dinner on the way home, saving you the exertion of having to leave the apartment again. So, with that information in mind, you kicked off your shoes for the day and fell unceremoniously onto the couch in the living room.

As you sat down, you heard the envelope in your back pocket crinkle and the sudden noise seemed to completely fill the otherwise silent apartment.

Ah yes, the envelope.

Pulling the decision to your future out of your back pocket, you stared at it for what felt like another hour or so. No matter how long you held the envelope in your hands, you couldn't force yourself to open it. You simply didn't want to.

At some point between when your mother had handed it to you and now, you had subconsciously decided that you wanted to choose your own path forward despite what the decision letter may or may not say.

Feeling strangely empowered and confident, you stood to your feet and ventured into the bedroom where you slipped the envelope into one of the drawers Keishin was letting you keep your clothes in and tucked it underneath one of your sweaters. Maybe one day you would open the damn thing when whatever was inside wasn't weighing so heavily on your mind and future, but today was not that day.

Just then, you heard the front door open and knew Keishin had arrived home. Closing the drawer, you plastered a smile across your face and exited the bedroom to greet your boyfriend.

"Welcome home, Dear," you giggled, trying your best to fake the part of a doting housewife. "How was the volleyball game?"

Keishin chuckled softly as you took the takeout bags from him. "It was a close game, but they pulled it together in the last set and won."

"Oh, good!" You placed the bags onto the table before retrieving some plates and chopsticks from the kitchen.

"How was your day?" he asked as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

You sighed as you thought back on your day. "It was okay," you answered, not really wanting to go into much more detail than that. You doubted Keishin wanted to hear about your minuscule problems with rude customers after the long day he had clearly had.

Keishin, however, picked up on your uncertainty right away. "Doesn't sound okay," he commented. "Want to talk about it?"

You shrugged. "Just some shitty customers. Seems I had forgotten how poorly low-level workers are treated sometimes . . . just threw me a little," you said. "I'll be fine. Just glad the day is over now."

"You and me both." He flashed a smile as he turned to head for the bedroom. "I'm just going to change quickly and then we'll eat."

"Sounds good." You started dishing out some of the food. "I was also thinking we could watch a movie tonight as well. I could use something to clear my mind."

"Sitting on the couch with a beer is an ideal evening in my book," you heard him respond faintly from the bedroom. "There's a new action movie that came out. I think it's about-"

You waited for Keishin to finish his sentence, but when he didn't, you cocked your head and looked toward the bedroom doorway. Before you had the chance to call out to him, he appeared in the doorway shirtless, eyebrows furrowed and the envelope from the university in his hand.

"W-why do you have that?" you asked, the look on his face upon discovering the letter making your heart drop. "That was in my drawer . . . why were you going through my things?"

"I was looking for my sweater, the one you always steal," he answered. "Y/N . . . what is this?"

Rounding the table and approaching Keishin, you snatched the envelope out of his hand. "That is one of the many reasons why my day today was so shitty."

As you turned to head for the kitchen to toss the envelope in the garbage and rid your life of it, Keishin followed you. "You didn't get in?" he inquired.

You shrugged. "I have no idea. I didn't open it."

As you moved to toss the letter into the trash, Keishin grabbed your wrist and stopped you. "Why are you throwing it out if you didn't open it yet?"

"Because I don't care what it says. I've decided that I'm going to stay here with you and work at the store. This is the life I want . . . the life I get to choose for myself."

"You should still open it," he reasoned. "You might change how you feel about it when you see the result."

"I don't want to change how I feel about it." You shook your head as you gently pried your wrist out of his grip. "No need to make things more difficult than they need to be. I've had enough difficulty for one lifetime, thank you very much. This decision is easy, and best of all, it makes me happy."

Gesturing to the envelope, Keishin sighed. "But this is what you wanted. When you told me about your dream to play soccer at the University of Tokyo, your face lit up. Why are giving up on your dream before you've even given yourself a chance to experience it?"

"Dreams can change, Keishin," you told him before sighing and deciding to humour him for a moment. "Okay, let's say I open this letter and somehow did get in. What then? I couldn't pay for that school in my wildest dreams; not without my parents' help. Sometimes dreams are just childish and unrealistic. So I found a new dream, one with us living here together."

"You could apply for student loans. Tons of people do." He folded his arms across his chest. "I don't think this is about the money or your parents. I think this is about us. You've gotten comfortable here."

Throwing your hands up into the air in exasperation, you huffed. "And so what if I have? Is that really so bad?"

"I just don't want you to throw away an opportunity like this over me."

"Over you?" you cocked a brow. "Because you're, what, trash? Not worth it? A lowlife? A burnout?"

Keishin bit at his bottom lip. "You know what's not what I meant."

Inhaling deeply, you glared down at the god-forsaken envelope in your hand and began to tear at the top. "Let's not fight about something that probably isn't even going to happen." You pulled the letter out and unfolded it, your eyes scanning the text quickly. "The University of Tokyo is notoriously difficult to get into and I-"

Keishin quirked a brow when you stopped mid-sentence. "What does it say?"

A broken laugh was the only thing you could manage as you lowered the letter and shook your head. "Un-fucking-believable." You handed the paper over to Keishin, the edge crumpled from where your grip had tightened when you read the decision.

Keishin looked at the page for all of two seconds before he found the bolded 'Congratulations' and a huge grin spread across his face. "You got in!" He was way more excited than you were about this. "This is good news. You can play soccer at the University of Tokyo. Come on, you can't tell me this doesn't make you at least a little happy."

"I wish it did," you answered honestly. "I wish it were that easy."

"It is! It can be." Keishin set the letter down on the counter and took your hands in his. "Student loans, part-time jobs, it's all possible. Sure, it might be a little tricky to work out, but it's totally possible."

When you didn't respond, Keishin hooked his fingers under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. "Accept the spot at the university. Follow your dream," he told you.

". . . but I'll have to leave you." You felt the words catch in your throat and tried your hardest not to start crying. "You make me happy—you're the first thing that's made me genuinely happy in a long time—and I don't want to leave that for a chance at something that might not even work out."

"But what if it does work out? You don't know that it won't," he said softly. "Don't end up like me, looking back at your past and wondering what might have been if you had just chosen a different path. I know this might seem good enough for now, but how will you feel after ten or twenty years of working the same dead-end job for the same shit pay all while getting treated like shit by people who look down on you? Look at how one day of catering to pretentious assholes made you feel. Do you really want to live the rest of your life like that?"

"But what about you?" you asked, your voice shaky.

Keishin dropped his head, a few stray strands of hair falling into his face. Unlike that morning, when he had been asleep with loose hairs in his face, he looked annoyed and frustrated now. The bags under his eyes and tension lines on his forehead were a stark contrast to the soft, peaceful face you had woken up to that morning.

"Don't throw this away over me," he repeated. "Don't throw your future away over a 26-year-old burnout."

Lip quivering, you sucked in a deep breath. "I thought you were different . . . but you're just like everyone else."

Keishin eyed you. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You said I should make my own decisions and live my life how I wanted but it was all a facade." You slipped your hand out of his and took a step back. "In the end, you're just like everyone else . . . you think you have a right to plan my future for me without giving me a say in the matter. You want to tell me how to live my life just like my parents."

"How could you say that?" Keishin almost snapped but managed to collect his anger before he did. "All I want is what's best for you."

You scoffed as you wiped a tear from your cheek. "If I had a penny for every time I've heard that I'd have enough money to pay for the University of Tokyo and then you'd get your damn wish . . . I'd be gone."

"When did I ever say I wanted you gone? Why are you so adamant that going to Tokyo means we can't be together?"

"Why are you so against just letting me make my own decision about this?! Why do I have to go to play soccer at that fucking university and leave you? I don't want to leave you!"

"Why not? Why are you so damn hung up on someone like me?!"

"Because I love you!" The two of you froze in place the second those words left your mouth. Chest heaving from the shouting and high emotions, you snapped your mouth shut before you said anything else in the heat of the moment.

Eyes wide, Keishin stared at you like a deer in headlights. "You what?"

You debated whether or not you should repeat what you had said, but by then, the damage had been done. "I love you," you breathed. "And I know you told me not to fall in love with you . . . but I did. I fell hard and fast and now I'm stuck in you and I cannot possibly leave you so please stop asking me to."

You waited for what felt like an eternity for Keishin to say something, say anything. He opened his mouth a few times like he was about to, but nothing ever came out.

"Keishin . . ." You took a cautious step forward. "Please say something."

Keishin swallowed hard before looking you directly in the eyes. "If I said I didn't love you back, would you go?"

You felt your heart crack and the sensation of being punched in the gut spread throughout your entire body. "Is that what you're saying? You don't love me?"

"If I didn't, would you leave?"

You inhaled sharply. "If you look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you don't feel the same way that I do; that everything over the past few months has meant nothing to you, there would be no possible way I could stay in Miyagi," you answered truthfully. "If you tell me that you don't love me and that you never have, I would have no reason to stay in this prefecture."

Keishin's lips parted once more. "Y/N . . . I-" His brown eyes locked onto yours and you could feel what he was about to say even though he never did. "I . . . I can't do this right now."

With that, he brushed past you, grabbed a sweater from the bedroom and threw it on before storming out of the apartment, leaving you and the now cold takeout food alone.

Tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat, you turned to look over your shoulder at the decision letter sitting on the counter, practically taunting you.

You should have thrown the thing out the second your mom dropped it off. Or better yet, maybe you should have never made that deal with Keishin and applied for the university in the first place.

[faggot-bastard]

Missed You

Chapter 9

Words: 1 ,613

Steve woke up the next morning, naked, disgusting, covered in sweat and dirt. he looked at the clock 11:00 am. Shit. He pushed himself up off the bed and limped toward the shower. he pulled the nozzel down, turned on the water and sat on the ground as he rinsed himself off.

"I should probably invest in a stool." he muttered out loud to himself.

He grabbed some soap, waved it vaguely in the direction of his armpits and crotch, rinsed the suds off, and turned off the water.

He ended up just sitting at the bottom of the shower unable to move. Physically he could, he knew that he could, his leg hadn't been hurting at all recently, but something in his brain wouldn't let him move. He took a deep breath and moved his pointer finger, then slowly went through the process of moving his fingers one at a time and then all at once. He repeated the process with his toes as best as he could.

He moved his elbows and shoulders next and then his knees. Finally after a large amount of small movements, he was able to convince his brain to crawl across the floor to get a towel.

He dried himself off on the floor, the bathmat getting soaked in the process. He slowly stood up with his hand on the wall, black spots slowly circled around the edges of his vision. He wrapped the towel around his waist and limped back to his room.

Maybe his leg was hurting more than he had thought.

He closed his bedroom door behind him and slowly laid on the bed. He reached under and pulled out a small can of easily to open cold tomato soup. Steve really fucking loved these cans because they had tabs just like soda cans.

Usually Steve only needs to eat the food hes been saving under his bed when his parents are in town, but its also great for his depressive episodes, and apparently when some crazy fucking supernatural bats have ripped a chunk out of your leg and you don't want to walk downstairs.

He chugs the soup and wipes his mouth off. he lays down in the bed for a while. He lost all sense of tome with the concussion and all the stress.

He reaches next to his bed and picks up the phone, he dials Eddies number slowly, he considers hanging up the phone while it buzzed in his hand, he was about to when he heard a voice on the other end of it.

"Hello?" said a voice that was definitely not Eddies.

"Hey Mr. Munson, this is Steve. I was wondering if Eddie was awake and I was able to talk to him."

"Oh Steve I've heard about you, Eddie tells me you're a nice guy, yeah hes awake, not sure if hes able to talk right now but ill go see. Hold on one sec"

Steve blushed slightly hearing these words, not many people say nice things about Steve, much less to the adults in their life.

About two seconds of awkward silence with Steve on the end of the phone, too afraid to say anything but not wanting to hang up.

Suddenly a friendly and familiar voice started speaking

"Hey Stevie, whats up dude?"

"Hey Eddie," Steve said softly, "nothing much it was just that I missed your company after five fucking days of sharing a room with your ass."

Eddie chuckled lightly and Steve could hear the smile on his face through the speaker, with the way that his voice ever so slightly. It was a tiny change, nearly impossible to notice but Steve had spent time studying every bit of Eddie that he could while they were in that hospital. 

"How are you though Stevie?”

"Oh I'm okay you know, I practically just woke up and yet I'm still exhausted."

"You have a fucking concussion of course you're exhausted dude, if you weren't you’d be some kind of god."

Steve chuckled, and he wondered if Eddie could hear him smiling the same way Steve could hear him. "How are you?"

"Eh I'm alright, I unfortunately couldn't sleep a wink last night so I'm feeling exhausted right now but I'm a little bit tipsy so it could be worse."

"Eddie why the fuck are you day drinking?"

"Its technically in the pm’s and I have nothing better to do right now."

"You could be watching a movie, playing guitar, attempting to sleep, those are all better things to be doing."

"Alright fine, I’ll come over and we can watch a movie."

"You better fucking not drive while you're drunk"

"I'm barely tipsy, and there's no one on the fucking roads anyways, who cares, if I need to hopper can get me out of a ticket. You try and fucking stop me Harrington."

"Eddie you bitch."

"We can talk through the radios if you still wanted to chat while I'm driving."

"Try walking in a straight line first."

"A couple seconds of silence and the eddies excited voice came back on the speaker."

"Okay I passed we’re okay!"

Steve sighed, "Alright come over, bring something to drink if you can."

"Alright, do you want vodka, beers, or tequila?"

"I'm a vodka man myself but you can bring whatever you want."

"Alrighty then, Vodka it is."

Steve heard the dial tone in his ear and a staticky noise from the other side of his bed. He crawled over and grabbed the radio from his nightstand. 

"Hey Stevie, miss me?"

"Its been like 2 seconds Eddie."

"But did you?"

Steve sighed instead of answering honestly, that his stomach sank slightly when he heard he tone. That he was slightly worried that Eddie just hung up on him for no reason and didn't want to talk to him.

"So what movie are we watching tonight?" Eddie asked

"How do you feel about a Monty Python movie?"

"I've never heard of them."

"Oh shitfuckers dude, really?"

"Yeah, are they really big or something."

"Yeah, they're amazing, its one of the many movies Robin forced me to watch."

Eddie laughed again and Steve felt warmth spread through his body. "I cant believe you work in a movie store and you still have to have Robin force you to watch movies."

"What can I say I just don't like my job that much." Steve said while giggling lightly.

~~~timeskip because I don't feel like writing the whole drive<3~~~

After spending 10 minutes talking to Eddie on the radio and setting up a movie, with an insane amount of blankets, pillows, and all of the curtains closed, Steve heard a knock on the door and a loud voice from outside.

"Stevie, I'm here, lets watch this fucking movie!"

"Let yourself in, its unlocked!" Steve yelled.

"Steve heard Eddie open the door, close it behind him, and take his shoes off before he walked into the room.

"Oh shit dude it looks great in here," said standing awkwardly at the edge of the pile of pillows and blankets.

"Uh yeah, thanks, movies all set up, I'm gonna go make some popcorn, you can start without me."

"Can I join you instead?"

"Uh yeah, sure, if you want."

Eddie followed Steve into the kitchen and Steve felt the way that Eddie lurked ever so slightly above him, it wasn't uncomfortable, just unfamiliar. Steve walked quietly to the cabinet and pulled out three bags of popcorn. He unwrapped the first one, threw it into the microwave, and set the time for 2 minutes. He would've just cooked them all at once but the microwave wouldn't be able to cook them all properly at once.

Once Steve turned around he saw Eddie leaning the counter, the edge of his shirt riding up ever so slightly. Steve took a deep breath to ignore any thoughts or feelings he might have about that. He jumped on the counter and watched as Eddie did the same.

"So where's that vodka you were bringing?"

Eddie grinned like a fucking maniac and pulled a bottle out of the inner pocket of his jacket, "Did you think I forgot Harrington?"

"You are slightly drunk already, I wouldn't have been surprised if you'd forgotten."

"Oh Stevie, you know I could never forget anything you would ask for."

And there were those fucking butterflies again in Steve's stomach. The fact that some comment, so small was able to make his stomach flutter was probably a testament to how attention starved he was.

The microwave beeped loudly and Steve jumped down and quickly took the bag of cooked popcorn out and replaced it with the second bag.

This time the two minutes passed quietly, with much calmer butterflies. It was just the two of them sitting quietly enjoying the company and simplicity. For once in his life, Steve wasn't overthinking this too much, he was just thinking.

Another beep and another quick switch. Steve jumped down off the counter and grabbed a bowl from one of the cabinets. He could feel eyes staring at him but he just decided to ignore it. He opened the bags and dumped the already cooked popcorn in it. By the time he finished he could practically feel the eyes burning a hole through his body.

He quickly turned around and saw Eddie still sitting there quietly.

The microwave beeped again but this time Steve didn't rush to get it, instead he started at Eddie for one more second, taking him all in.

Steve was the first one to break eye contact.

He grabbed the popcorn and dumped it in the bowl.

"Alright, lets get this movie night on!" Eddie said loudly, all tension from before lost, or just ignored.

Links to the other chapters are here ( i need to update these links, visit my pinned post for the updated links)

A/N: Okay, its been a while. I apologize to any of the three people who were reading this. This chapter is a filler chapter because I decided I wanted to save the movie for next chapter. I really enjoyed writing this chapter. However there might be another small filler chapter before that movie chapter. New Years Special!!! Because fuck Christmas and I fucking love New Years. Anywho, I'm really happy i was able to get this out and I'm happy with the writing itself.

Happy Holidays!!

[lucy90712]

hey bestie idk if i requested this already but imagine u and quackity have been friends since u were young, and one day u both go on a drive around town. at the end of the night he takes you out to a view point and leads you out of the car to where ur leaning against a railing in front of the headlights ?? sorry i cant really explain that good :((( and after a bit of admiring the view he turns to his side and confesses that he’s liked you since u were kids and he wants to be ur bf and ofc u say yes

NOW IMAGINE HIS DASHCAM COUGHT THE WHOKE THING AND ON TWITTER HE SAYS SOMETHING LIKE “thinking about the fact i have a dash cam video of me telling y/n i was in love with them for the first time” JESUS CHRIST

and if someone asks about it on stream he just pretends it never happened LMAO

also this is heavily inspired by a tiktok i saw two months ago LMAO

Confessions

Why is it so nerve wracking to tell your best friend since childhood that you like that as more than that, it doesn't need to be this hard right? All those movies where they just seem to confess are so wrong I've been thinking about doing this for years and can never manage to convince myself to actually go though with whatever plan I come up with. However tonight I'm going to change this I'm determined to tell them how I feel no matter all the thoughts that keep running through my head about losing them if they don't feel the same. Everything is planned out perfectly in my head now all I have to do is execute the plan.

Finally the time came where I went to pick them up to go for a late night drive like we do all the time it has just kind of become our thing. We always used to use our late night drives to rant to each other and let go of everything we've been holding in all week which we still do occasionally now but mostly we catch up because of our busy schedules we don't talk as much as we used to. The night was really perfect today with so many stars and the moon out providing a little bit of light in the otherwise dark sky and y/n just looked so amazing even though they were only in comfy clothes but the way the light was hitting their face was just magical.

We drove through all our usual spots until we reached the place I had intended for us to stop which is somewhere I have been a few times but I've never taken y/n here and I think they will love it. We arrived to the little view point which you couldn't see much of what it showed but nonetheless I parked the car and we went to stand by the railings together looking out into the night. The moment felt so perfect just like how I had wanted it to but my nerves were staring to get the better of me so it became now or never so I went for it.

"Y/n I have something to confess" I said

"What is is? Is everything ok" they asked

"Everything is fine I just need to tell you that I've had feelings for you for a while now and I complete get if you don't feel the same I just couldn't keep them to myself any longer" I rambled

"Hey stop I have feelings for you too" they half whispered

“Wait really” I questioned

They simply nodded in response with the biggest smile on their face which only made my smile impossibly bigger.

“Well then will you be my partner?” He asked

“Of course I will” they replied

We stood at the railings a while longer with my arms around their waist just really soaking up the time we had together before morning came and life commenced as normal and once again we rush around like headless chickens trying to get everything done but now we can do that knowing we have each other to keep each other company and make life that little bit more enjoyable.

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It’s been a few days since that night and I’ve been so much happier which my stream chat have noticed the difference and I can’t help but want to tell people about y/n because they just make me so happy and I think its been pretty obvious to everyone but each other that we’ve had these feelings a long time. I decided to give in and with y/n’s permission i decided to send out a very cryptic tweet to my private twitter just to get it out my system and then never bring it up again.

Quackitytheduck: thinking about the fact I have a dash cam video of me telling y/n I was in love with them

Stupidly I decided to stream after putting out the tweet and the chat was asking so many questions which I guess is completely on me but it felt so good to tell people even if I wasn’t going to confirm anything or even bring it up again until we were ready but a small part of me was happy that people were excited about me finally having someone to love.

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A life With You Chapter 1

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Mason Lockwood x Reader,  Eventual Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Requested: Can I have an Elijah x Pregnant!Reader? Not his baby, but he loves her and is willing to be the legal father of the baby 🥺 I need fluff in my life lmao ✨👌 -Anon

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Nothing in this one. Just setting up the story for us. 

Author’s Note: Oh look! A new series! Welcome to the first chapter of A life with you. I had an idea for a hallmarkish story and this is what came of a request that I had gotten. I do hope you guys enjoy it. While this will be an Elijah x reader endgame it will be a while before we catch a glimpse of Elijah. So bare with me okay? 🙈

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥

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“This isn’t some walk in the park!” Damon yelled at Y/N as he took a step closer to her. “This isn’t just some chance to prove that you can handle things! We’re talking about your life.”

“You don’t get to make this decision for me.” Y/N said as she shook her head. Her hand on her bag filled with her gear. She was set out to leave in just minutes. “We both knew what would happen when we signed up for this.”

Y/N moved to walk past Damon. The moment she did, Damon grabbed a hold of her arm, causing her to turn back to him. “We may have signed up for this, but I didn’t sign up to watch you agree to a suicide mission.”

A sad smile pulled at her lips as she brought her hand up to Damon’s face and placed it on his cheek. As she looked up at him, she didn’t say anything at first. She couldn’t get her thoughts out as she wanted to. “I’ll always come home to you. That isn’t going to change with this mission.”

Damon’s hand came up to place his hand on top of hers as he watched her. He opened his mouth to speak, and then shut it quickly before shaking his head and laughing a moment later. 

“Cut!” The director called out. 

Y/N chuckled as she watched Damon take a step away from her. “It’s it really that hard to tell me you love me?” She joked.

“It’s kind of hard when you’re making faces where the camera can’t see you.” He chuckled causing Y/N to laugh.

“That’s definitely payback for yesterday’s go of things.” She said with a nod and it was Damon’s turn to laugh.

“You lasted longer than I thought you would.” He said with a shake of his head. 

"I may be new to the field, but it definitely takes a lot to break me.” She said with a smirk.

“Alright, let's get our Scarlet and Jason back into their places and take it from the top.” The director called out before Y/N and Damon found themselves back on their marks at the beginning of the scene. 

After four more takes, the scene had come out flawlessly. Damon and Y/N had managed to go through the scene without any jokes or pranks in the process. The heartbreaking goodbye between Scarlett and Jason perfected before getting a break. 

"What do you plan on doing tomorrow?" Damon asked as he and Y/N began to walk off the set.  

"I'm not sure. Knowing Mason he might have something planned.” Y/N didn’t miss the way that Damon’s face dropped. 

“Well, if the two of you aren’t doing anything, Elena and I are having a barbeque at the rental since she’s coming out here for a visit.” Damon offered. 

It definitely wasn’t a secret that Damon didn’t like Mason. There were a few times where the cast and their loved ones got together on their days off. But no matter how many times Damon interacted with Mason, there was always something that gave him a bad vibe. 

Damon had grown to care for Y/N as a close friend. With the vibe that he constantly felt coming off of Mason, he was never sure if he should cross those boundaries with her. They were co-stars who were becoming friends. He’d hate to overstep his boundaries by telling Y/N the man she was with wasn’t liked by not just him but a few of the others on set as well. 

“I’ll be sure to let him know.” Y/N said with a nod of her head. “How long is she staying for this time?”

“Just for a few days.” As they passed a table with an assortment of food, he reached over and grabbed a doughnut and continued to walk. “The kids are coming since it’s spring break, they can’t stay longer.”

A smile pulled at Y/N’s lips at the mention of Damon’s kids before she chuckled at the way he eyed the doughnut before shoving half of it into his mouth. “I’m sure they are going to love coming out. I can’t wait to see them again.”

“Oh they’ll definitely love that.” He said a moment later. “They just can’t get enough of their favorite new actress.”

Y/N chuckled. “It was the princess role, wasn’t it?”

“Wait, you were a princess?” His words had caused Y/N to smack his arm, causing him to chuckle. 

Y/N only had a few titles under her belt. But with the growing success of the movies she’s starred in, the more roles she was being offered. Including one being a Princess that Damon’s kids had watched and loved. That was how he knew Y/N when she introduced herself to him. 

“Y/N!” Hearing her name had caused them both to turn and look in the direction of where they heard it. 

Seeing as someone was waving her from the hair and makeup trailer, Y/N knew it was time for her to become bloodied and bruised for the next several scenes that she needed to shoot. It made Y/N sigh before she looked over at Damon. 

“Back to the chair I go.” She said before she turned to leave. 

“Enjoy the prosthetics.” He said with a smirk pulling at his lips. “I just need a touch up.”

“Remember who the hero is in this one, Salvatore.” She called over her shoulder, causing Damon to shake his head quickly. 

“I’ll see you for the next scene together, Y/L/N.” He said before walking away. 

The sound of the door shutting had caught Mason’s attention. The moment Y/N walked through the doors, there was as if there was this relief that had washed over her. She kicked off her shoes before she walked further into the house, finding Mason lounging on the couch. 

Unlike Damon, who had a house he was renting for the time being, Y/N lived close enough to the studio that she wasn't confined to a rental or even her trailer. The last several scenes that were being filmed were no longer on location, giving her the opportunity to unwind in her own home. 

"I've got a spot with your name on it that gives a full foot massage." Mason called over his shoulder as his eyes trained on the screen before him. 

It caused Y/N to laugh, but she practically ran to the couch and plopped herself on to it. She placed her feet onto Mason's lap as a smile grew on her lips. "Massage away."

"How was your day?" He asked as he brought his hands to her foot and began applying pressure to the bottom of it. 

"A lot of retakes." She said as she rested her head on the back of the couch as she watched him. “A lot of stunt work that I tried to be a part of, but didn’t work out.” They both chuckled at the same time. “Thankfully tomorrow we get a day off and I can rest. Speaking of which, Damon invited us over for a barbeque. Elena and the kids will be in town.”

Mason’s eyebrow raised. “You would think the man would want to spend time with his family instead of having people over.”

“He loves showing his kids who he is working with.” Y/N said with a small smile pulling at her lips. “I happen to be their favorite person right now. Plus it would be nice to hang out with everyone without being on set and in make up.”

“I don’t know.” He said with a shake of his head. “I’d like to spend the one day you get off with you. Preferably doing something here or going hiking or something.”

Y/N sighed. “You of all people should know why I need to go to simple barbecues such as this one.” 

It sometimes confused her why Mason had been so stubborn about it. She and Mason had been together since she was in college. For as many parties and get togethers she dragged him to, he should have been understanding. This was how she met the friends of friends. Friends who were producers and directors. Ones that were willing to take chances and she was all for being that chance. 

“But when it’s the same people you see at work every day?” He asked. “That’s not gaining you anything.”

“Maybe all I need are friends.” She said as she sat up and pulled her feet off of his lap. “Friends are needed too. We both need them. We moved away from all of ours and I know that hasn’t been easy for both of us.”

Mason stood up from his spot and ran his hand through his hair. “Making friends out here is only a convenience once they find out who I’m dating. It’s quite fascinating how many people want to be friends with your boyfriend.”

Y/N looked down. “We talked about this once.” She said after a moment. “I asked you if you’d be able to handle this. I asked several times if you believed you could handle how things are going to change. And each time you said you could. So I’ll ask you once more. Can you handle that our lives are going to change because of the work I will be doing?”

Mason kept his eyes on her as he thought it over for a moment. “I don’t know.” 

Y/N nodded her head. She didn’t think that there would ever be a time where Mason had wanted an out. For as long as they had been together, Mason had been there by her side. He helped her run lines for auditions and was there for her through filming, press tours and even premieres.

Through all of those times, she hadn’t felt like he had changed in any way. That he was still going to be by her side and now, there was that part of her that was now worried. Worried that maybe she had been blind to the changes while she was enjoying the time she had while working on different projects. 

“Okay.” She said after a moment. “Think it over. Take the time you need to figure out if this is what you really want.” She tried to keep the tears that wanted to form at bay, but it had been hard to do so. “Tomorrow I’ll go to Damon’s for a little bit and then I’ll be home.”

Before Mason could say anything, she began to leave the room. She knew that he was going to need his space. This was something he needed to do on his own and she couldn’t influence his decision. She didn’t want to be the reason that he wasn’t happy there with her. She didn’t want them to begin to hate each other before they broke up. 

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“What’s your poison?” Damon asked as Y/N as he opened the ice chest filled with a variety of drinks. 

She chuckled and reached for the bottle of water that was in there. That had caused Damon to raise his brow while he watched her take it. Seeing his reaction she shrugged. “I have an earlier call time than you do tomorrow. I’d like not to be hungover while sitting in a makeup chair for three hours.”

“Don’t let him fool you.” Elena said as she walked over and grabbed a few of the juices for the kids. “He’s got an early call time too, he'll be bitching in the morning when he has to be hanging from wires and hungover.”

“Have I ever mentioned how much I love that you give me ammunition against your husband?” Y/N said with a grin on her face. 

“A time or two.” Elena said with a grin. “Is Mason stopping by later?”

Y/N tried to keep her face from falling. After Y/N left the living room last night, Mason stayed there the whole night. And when Y/N got up this morning, he had been gone. She had no doubt that he was getting a run in or just trying to find somewhere to think about things like Y/N wanted him to.

“He had a few things he needed to take care of.” It wasn’t a lie, since Mason did have things he needed to be doing at that moment. “If he manages to get things done before we call it a night, I’m sure he’ll come.” 

“Good.” Damon said with a nod. “Then I can get ammunition from him to use against you.” A smirk pulled at his lips before bringing a bottle of beer to his lips and taking a drink. 

Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I highly doubt that. He’s on my side, remember?”

“Ouch.” Damon said looking between her and Elena. “You’ve turned my wife against me and I can’t even get the same opportunity with your boyfriend.” He placed his hand on his chest, feigning hurt. 

Y/N could easily see through it, as did Elena. They both knew that Damon was definitely playing nice. He wasn’t going to overstep without actually needing to. While Elena could play it off as girl talk, Damon was hoping that Mason was a no show tonight. 

Laughter had come from the adults as they sat around eating their dinner. Several cast and crew had shown up for the evening. Damon and Elena ensuring their guests were completely comfortable.  There wasn't a single moment of awkwardness for Y/N and she loved that. 

"You missed it, Elena." Lexi said starting up the next conversation. "The prank Y/N had pulled on set was the best I've seen done."

"Please tell me it was on Damon." Elena asked, looking from Lexi to Y/N.

Y/N chuckled and nodded. "Oh it was."

"Now I have to hear this." Elena said as she got herself ready to hear the story. 

Lexi began to talk about how Y/N had managed to switch out Damon's designated clothes with another person. Most of them were already used and bloody. It was never something that made Y/N queasy in the slightest. But the way Lexi had been explaining things had made Y/N’s stomach turn. In a way that she could no longer sit there and hope that the feeling would go away. 

With a quick ‘excuse me’, Y/N took off towards the house. Her pace was hopefully slow enough that it  wouldn’t draw questions, but quick enough that she was sure that she’d make it in time. Her only thought was that was getting to the restroom that was on the first floor of the house. 

Even as she entered through the back sliding glass doors, she didn’t notice the men that were in the kitchen chatting away. Their voices blurred out as she passed them. Her mind didn’t even register that Damon had called out to her, asking if she was okay. 

She barely had time to shut the door behind her before she made it to the toilet. The contents of her stomach coming up instantly. It hadn’t been the first time today that she had to stop what she was doing and make a run from the restroom. Today wasn’t even the first day either. 

As her stomach continued to heave to remove the contents of it, her thoughts had played out the last few days. From the moment that she had taken the test, things had changed rather quickly. While she was in her last week of filming it was how the rest of her life had changed. 

She was going to tell Mason last night. She was going to show him the test before they had gone to bed. But then they had their argument and her plans changed. Her mind was racing with how things should be done now. Especially now since she was currently at a barbeque with everyone she works with and the father of her child wasn’t there. 

Once her stomach had emptied and there was nothing left to give, she flushed the toilet before making her way over to the sink to not only rinse out her mouth, but to wet her face. She was hoping that she’d be able to calm herself before she left the bathroom. So that she could hopefully play it off as something else. At least for now. 

After a few moments of taking some time to get herself in order, she opened the door to head back to everyone else. As she did, she found Damon leaning against the hall besides the entryway of the door. At first there was a look of worry on his face. That was before realization in him hit as he took in her appearance. 

His eyes moved from her to down the hallway for a moment, before looking back at her. “I’d ask a stupid question, but I think I know the answer.”

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat that seemed to form at his words. “And what is the answer?”

Damon gave a small chuckle. “Elena has been pregnant twice. The water all day while I know for a fact, you can hold yourself when it comes to taking alcohol and an early call time. First clue there. Then it made sense as to what happened during our first take yesterday.”

He wasn’t wrong. During the first take of the day, Y/N needed to make a run for the bathroom. She had pulled it off as something not sitting right with her. It seemed to work with everyone, but it was now enough for Damon to start putting the pieces together. 

All Y/N could do was nod in that moment. Words couldn’t form as she tried to pull herself together that the thoughts she had moments before had gone out the window. But there was a part of her that felt relief that someone else knew. 

“Mason doesn’t know yet.” She said a moment later. “I was going to tell him last night, but we got into an argument and it just didn’t feel like the right time to tell him.”

“Well, he definitely knows now.” Mason’s voice carried from down the hall.

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