#also I hope y’all catch ALL the innuendos I put in this.

[shadowhunter2003]

CUPCAKE.

For Day 7 of @sjmromanceweek

Inspired by this headcanon made by @starsreminisce. Thank you for allowing me bring your thoughts to life as much as could.

Summary: Elain is in for an awakening when she spots Lucien enjoying a cupcake at the Velaris farmers’ market.

A/N: My first official fic!! I’m absolutely terrified, but I’m also so excited to have found the courage to share my writing on a public platform, for the first time. Even though it’s this short little oneshot.

Read on AO3 here

Warning : Horny thoughts below.

Elain was exhausted as she wandered through the Velaris farmers’ market, searching frantically between various babe shops, looking for the iced moonberries that Madja had recommended to help soothe Nyx’s gums during his intense teething phase.

Her nephew was growing so fast, and while she was overjoyed by it, that growth came with its challenges. Challenges like Nyx staying up all night, crying and keeping everyone at the River House awake until dawn.

She had searched everywhere but couldn’t find it. And now the only other option was to accept defeat. She sighed. They would just have to make do and persevere through poor baby Nyx crying until they could find the iced fruit.

Elain turned the corner to the street that would lead her to the exit of the market. However, her steps faltered when she heard a groan, so faint it was almost imperceptible. Every other fae in the market continued like they hadn’t heard anything.

There was no such luck for her, because there was something so compelling and familiar about that groan that had her stopping in her tracks. 

It was the same groan that had echoed through her visions, her dreams, her subconscious— tingling right at her ear like a ghost she could never quite shake. It had her clenching her thighs together as it melted straight into her insides like warm honey, her hair standing on end as goosebumps broke out everywhere.

Only one person could ever bring out that reaction in her so quickly.

Ignore it. Just keep going. Keep going.

She forced herself to turn towards the entrance and keep on walking, but for some reason her mind would not comply with her body. 

Rid of her shopping distractions, she noticed she could hear his heart. She followed the sound of it. There was no harm in taking just a little peek.

Her instincts like a compass carried her to the left turn of the opening, and just as she was about to continue walking down she felt drawn to a quaint little open concept bakery that was decorated with fairy lights, hanging floral jasmines, and little posters of baked goods with a storefront sign that read “La vie en rose bakery.”

Her eyes scanned inside to find various patrons ranging from lesser faerie to children enjoying different varieties of pastries, some even purchasing snacks from a pastry display glass at the far end of the shop.

Then she spotted him. He was impeccably dressed in a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned just enough to reveal gold chains resting against his skin. A sapphire coat she didn’t recognize hung neatly over the back of his chair.

In fear of being caught, she quickly hid behind the shop beside the bakery pretending to shop, while also keeping herself at a distance where she could still see and hear him clearly.

He was sitting with his legs spread open in one of the plush chairs that was placed closer to the counter, like a VIP area of some sorts, talking to a pretty dark skinned female with curled, blonde braids, and a worn out red apron that read “Rose.” 

He looked like he was in his element, like he was a usual customer. 

She watched him pick up a cupcake with pink frosting and rainbow sprinkles, holding it in his large hands as he took a bite, and shook his head, eyes closed in pleasure as he chewed.

“Rosie, you outdid yourself once again,” he said, groaning in between bites. “Best one yet.”

Elain’s breath quickened, as her eyes traced his mouth watching his tongue dip out and lick off the remaining pink frosting from his lips.   

“You know I only bake the best for you, Lulu.” Rose chuckled, cerulean eyes sparkling as she winked suggestively at him and walked away with a pep in her step.

Red. Elain saw nothing but red. 

Lulu? Was that the best nickname Rose could come up with? Lulu?

Her cupcakes didn’t even look that nice. Elain would bet so much money that Rose’s cupcakes were not half as tasty as hers. 

She subconsciously moved forward, closer towards the shop. And why is he so relaxed with her anyway?

Stupid nickname. Stupid cupcake. 

His heart belonged to her and her alone. She could hear the damn thing beating in her ear everytime he was near. No one else but her got to give him stupid nicknames and stupid cupcakes. 

But you can’t give him your cupcakes, can you ? 

Elain shook that thought off and continued walking closer, drawn to him like a moth to a flame, entranced as she watched him dip his finger into the frosting before bringing it into his mouth and sucking it clean off. 

He let out a moan of delight, whispering to himself, “So fucking good.” 

A shiver raced down her spine. Instantly, she was transported to the vision she had a few nights back where she was on all fours on silk red sheets. Her face buried into the pillows to conceal her loud moans, as he licked her from behind— the way he had just been licking off that icing. His husky moans and words causing a delicious vibrating sensation to go through her sex, and straight into her body.

“So fucking good,” he praised, spanking her as he groaned.“How dare you taste this fucking good.” 

Elain didn’t realize she had let out a breathy gasp. Until she heard her name coming out from his mouth.

“Elain?”

She froze, coming back to reality, her eyes widening as she realized that somehow she had entered the shop and walked straight to him. Probably looking like a mad person as she just stood there in a crowded bakery, staring at his lips. 

The floor might as well open up and swallow her whole.

“Are you well?” he questioned, his eyes widening in concern as it traced her body, lingering everywhere as if looking for signs of danger.

Suddenly he stilled, nostrils flaring.

His gaze flicked up immediately locking with hers,  russet eyes sizzling with flames that matched his beautiful, unbound fiery red hair.

Elain’s heart dropped. Of course he would scent your arousal with his stupid fae senses. It’s fine. you can just jump into the Sidra after this.

Arrested by his gaze. She could only watch, as he stood up, and closed the distance between them.

He inhaled deeply, narrowed eyes darkening.

“Are you well, lady?” he asked again, but this time his husky tone dripped of sultry challenge.  

Everything in her went on high alert. Heart racing, mind chanting, soul calling — Mate. Taste. Touch. Smell.

It was too much. Too overwhelming. Too distracting.

Elain opened her mouth to answer, closed it, opened it again. And then she took off. 

One second she was standing there frozen in time like one of Ferye’s paintings and the next she was running the hell out of that farmers market.

Her skin tingled with the essence that was Lucien as she ran. And it did not stop even after she reached the safety of her room.

The next morning Elain watched as her family tasted the surprise special dessert she had made for them — dozens of vanilla and chocolate chip cupcakes with pink frosting and rainbow sprinkles. 

She beamed with joy as they showered her with praises, craving the validation they were dishing out. Take that, Rose’s cupcakes. 

Maybe, when she was brave enough to face Lucien, and the bond, he would finally taste her cupcakes and know how much tastier they were.

End notes: I would just like to show love to some people since technically it is Valentine’s Day;

Firstly, Kudos to all the fanfic writers in this fandom—you guys are true heroes. You never fully understand the work and heart that goes into writing, even if you’re doing it for fun, until you try it yourself, and then you know.

Thank you to the talented @temperedink and @zenkindoflove for beta reading this. I could not have found the courage to post this if not for you.

Special shoutout to @the-lonelybarricade for allowing me use the name of one of my favorite elucien fanfic written by her in this oneshot.  “La vie en rose” You will always be famous to me!  Also I kind of took a little inspo from the muffin scene in chapter 3 😉 to write this.

If you took out time from your day to read this, thank you as well.

And If I ever asked you for writing advice, and you’re reading this, thank you so much. This one is dedicated to you.

Happy Valentine’s Day Everyone ❤️ I hope y’all receive love today!

[freelancearsonist]

Passion Project

Richard Alonso-Muñoz x fem!Reader

Rated PG-13 for sexual innuendo and pregnancy/having children

1,084 words

A/N: @aellynera sent me this idea like months ago and then one day i wrote it in one sitting while at work so that’s why it’s not the greatest 😂 but i hope y’all enjoy this lil blurb!

Richard never fancied himself a motorcycle gang guy.

Really it just starts as a hobby—something he can work on in his free time. He gets the bike cheap from his brother-in-law’s cousin who works in a scrap yard, and he thinks it’ll be something fun to work on, to destress with after a long day at work.

It’s in a state of, to put it nicely, complete disrepair. No working parts and a rusty body, but it’s something to do. And Richard has run out of room on his shelf for more jigsaw puzzles, so he figures he can use a different way to keep his hands in motion.

It takes a year and a half for Richard to get the bike into a state where he feels safe to ride it, and another six months for him to get it looking more like a motorcycle and less like a heap of rusty parts.

When he gets his motorcycle license, he decides to celebrate by going to his very first “biker bar”.

He’s surprised by just how well he fits in. He suspected the patrons would be younger and in better shape, but he feels pretty good in this crowd. At least, he doesn’t feel out of place.

Until he sees you, that is.

You’re gorgeous. That’s the first word that comes to his mind, and then it plays on repeat like a broken record in his brain.

You’re behind the bar, serving drinks and not paying a lick of attention to him, and he’s never found himself so flustered by someone who hasn’t even looked at him.

Until you do look at him, and suddenly it’s like he’s all you can see.

Especially when you see the way his entire face flushes red and he shyly dips his head. You’ve never met a shy biker before in all your years of working here, and it has you utterly enraptured by him.

“What can I get you?”

Your voice catches him off guard—somehow, it’s exactly the opposite of how he imagined you sounding and your voice is still the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard.

“S-soda water, please.”

“Nothing stronger?” You ask with a smile as you pass him his glass, and he just shakes his head. He just got his license, he doesn’t want to lose it yet. 

“I haven’t seen you around here before. You got a bike or you just like the atmosphere?”

Words. Words are things that he needs to say to you right now.

“Yes.” That’s not what he means to say, and it flusters him even more. “I mean, b-both. Sorry.”

Richard takes back what he was thinking before—your voice isn’t the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard, your laugh is.

And even though he’s more flustered than a teenage boy with a hard-on, he doesn’t miss the obvious way your eyes sweep down to his left hand and calculate the lack of a wedding ring there.

He does the same thing to your hand and is pleased when he gets the same results.

“Which bike is yours?” You ask, nodding your head to the line of motorcycles that are parked along the front of the building.

“Oh, I parked around the corner,” he explains with a small smile.

“My shift’s over in fifteen minutes, do you wanna show me?”

So maybe it’s your first time on a motorcycle, but Richard doesn’t need to know that.

It’s not that you’re afraid or anything, or that you’ve never had the opportunity to be on a motorcycle, it’s just never really worked out.

Of course, being one of the only females in a biker bar has provided you with so many opportunities that you can’t even count them, but bikers aren’t your type.

At least, they weren’t.

But Richard isn’t a traditional biker type, and maybe that’s why he’s so endeared to you after only a week of knowing him.

And maybe it’s also why you trust him enough to take up his offer of a quiet nighttime ride on his motorcycle.

Except you hadn’t thought this through enough, because your arms are wrapped around his soft middle and your face is pressed into his neck and he’s so warm and smells so good you want to ask him to pull over just so you can get down on your knees for him, other nighttime traffic be damned.

But it’s only been a week and this is technically only your second date and you really don’t want to scare him off, so you settle with gently pressing a kiss to his neck every couple minutes.

At least, until he swerves a little unexpectedly at your lips on a particular spot right under his ear and you decide that maybe it would be best to save your kisses for a time that you’re not going 60 down the highway.

But once he pulls into your driveway, it’s a free-for-all.

“Hey, Richard?” You ask tentatively as he pushes the kickstand into place.

“Yeah?” He’s pleasantly ruffled after removing his helmet, curls strewn this way and that, and you can’t help reaching up and tangling your fingers into the beautiful mess.

“Thank you.”

He lets out a surprised moan when you press your lips firmly to his, hands instinctually flying to your waist so he can pull you closer, tight against his chest.

Richard can’t even remember how long it’s been since he kissed someone, but he knows for certain that this is the best kiss he’s ever been a part of. And something tells him that they’ll only get better.

“Just… be careful, okay?”

You smooth back your little boy’s curls before his father settles the small helmet on his head and straps it firmly in place.

“You know we will be, amor.” 

Richard kisses your cheek, your jaw, your lips, and then he settles his broad palm over your bulging stomach.

“Don’t miss papa and your brother too much, hmm?” He whispers to your belly, and you can’t help the smile that spreads over your face as Richard lifts your son into the safety seat that he attached to the back of the motorcycle.

It’s turned into something of a family tradition, which Richard never expected. But he gave you, and now your son, your first ride, and he’s so in love with the little gang that he’s steadily forming thanks to what was just supposed to be a free time project.

THE END

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[demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol]

Bedtime Reassurances

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pairing: frankie morales x gn!reader

words: 1.8k

content: one innuendo / reference to sex so 18+ only please, job related anxiety, mentions of a pandemic, one bad word, i switch from present and past tense sorry, another comfort fic but at this point is anyone surprised, soft gentle touches, verbal affirmations, frankie just being the best most encouraging bf in the world

a/n: okay so this is very similar to the other frankie fic i wrote, but i actually wrote this one first and this one has some lines that im really proud of, so i figured i’d share this one anyways!! i hope y’all enjoy this, and thank you so SO much to everyone who read my first frankie fic, seriously i cannot believe how much interest it got and i am constantly blown away by how incredible y’all are 💜💜💜 p.s. my taglists are a mess rn so don’t feel obligated to interact, and pls speak up if you want to be added or removed!

Frankie hums under his breath a little as he walks up the stairs. The two of you had just finished watching a new movie and his spirits were pretty high (although part of that might have been because of your reactions to the movie- your laughter, your smiles, your head bobbing to the catchy music). He flicked off the hallway light before entering you room, at which he promptly paused at seeing you perched on the bed wiping your eyes.

“Sweetheart?” he questions, and you look over at him before sitting up and blinking furiously. “Hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He quickly takes a few steps over to you, but his hands hover by your sides to gauge your reaction to his sudden nearness before moving forward to slide them around your back. The last thing he wanted to do was move too fast and cause you to flinch.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine, I was just-,” you cut yourself off to take a stuttery inhale and a shaky exhale. “Just thinking, it’s not even related to anything.” Frankie tilted his head at you sympathetically as his mouth twisted into a small smile.

“If it has you this upset, I know it’s not nothing,” he paused, giving you a moment to process his words. “[y/n]” he whispered, and at hearing your name you look up to meet his eyes. “It’s me,” he said, with nothing but love and concern in his eyes. “You can talk to me. Please.” You blinked at him a couple times, and took a deep breath.

“I, um,” you stuttered and turned your eyes down, and you felt Frankie’s hand rub up and down your back. After a few deep breaths, you spoke. “I just started thinking about work again, and job hunting has been so stressful. And it all seems so scary. And I know it’s not, and I know I’m overthinking it, but I’m just so tired of starting over. And I’m just tired of not feeling good enough. And I’m sure these feelings are way too complicated over just a new job, but I’m just tired of constantly doing different things, and I know this is just the adjustment period making me feel this way, but I just want to be good at something, just one thing, and just do that one thing long enough to actually feel good about how I do that thing,” you paused to take a few deep breaths and at some point during your rambling you must have grabbed onto Frankie because both of your hands were gripping the front of his shirt. You loosened your grip a little and in response he held you a little tighter. As you met Frankie’s eyes for the first time, you couldn’t help but let out the small whimper at the pure understanding and love from him. It’s still so hard to believe that someone could look at you like that even in such a state. He brought one of his hands up to cup your cheek, and the other one wrapped around your waist.

“I’ve got you,” he said, and there was no way to not believe him when he was looking at you like that. “Just let it all out.”

“I’m afraid, but I’m also tired of being afraid, and I’m tired of not being good enough, and I’m just tired,” you laughed a little, even as tears filled your eyes. “I just want to be good enough.” Frankie’s heart cracks at your words, and as your eyes fill with tears, he feels his eyes start to sting too.

“Mi corazón. I promise you, every single person around you can see just how hard you’re trying. I know sometimes it’s hard for you to see, but every day I am in awe of just how much you do.” He sees your face scrunch up in the telltale way when you try to argue with him, so he tilts down to give you a soft kiss, and when he pulls away he can tell that put you in enough of a daze for him to keep going without you interrupting. “Despite what you struggle with, you get up and you help others, and you work on bettering yourself as a person, and you get stronger and kinder and more loving every single day. And every day I am beyond thankful that you let me into your life, that I get to be with you in the big moments and in the small moments, that I get to experience life through your eyes, because you see the world in such a way that it makes me feel so so young.” That gets a small smile from you, and now Frankie feels like he’s on a roll. “You’re kind to me and you’re kind to strangers and you’re even learning to be kind to yourself. You’re taking on the challenge of becoming a better person while also going after a new job while also doing it during a freaking pandemic.” Your breath hitches at that and while he doesn’t want to upset you, he never wants to upset you, he needs you to know this. “You think you’re behind everyone but you are leagues ahead in areas that some people aren’t gonna realize are important until years from now. And you’re doing that in a world where that isn’t the normal. And baby I am so proud of you,” he chokes up a little at that, and he sees worry creep up into your eyes as your hands come up to cup his cheeks, and ever so gently stroke the spot just below his eyes, already ready to wipe away any tears that might stray. “You are a wonderful person, a wonderful friend, and an even more wonderful lover. And I want you to go to bed, and wake up, and spend every minute of every day knowing that I love you so much and that there is so much good in you, and that you are stronger than any of your fears or anxieties or reservations, and that if you ever feel stuck I will always-,” he bumps his forehead against yours and he looks at you so head on that in that moment you feel he is looking straight into you, that he really does see everything he says he does, “-always, be right there by your side helping you out of the situation because I. Love. You.”

The first thing you noticed were his hands on your face, mostly because the pressure had increased, not in an uncomfortable way, just in a more noticeable way. And then you noticed the way his chest was moving, like saying everything he did genuinely winded him. And then you noticed his eyes, which if your being honest was probably the first thing you noticed because there’s no way not to: their deep, rich color with more depth than any other eyes you’ve ever seen, the almost imperceptible sparkle to them, because somehow this man’s eyes just sparkle, and the way that his eyes are the definition of love and compassion and trust, because there is no other way to describe them.

“Oh my gosh,” you whisper, because how on earth do you respond to that? As you wrap your arms around the back of his neck again and drag him down to kiss him, he pulls you closer as your lips touch and you press further into him because the need to have him so impossibly close is overwhelming. He breaks away for only a second before leaning back in, and he tilts you back to deepen the kiss. Your legs come up to wrap around his and he lowers you slowly all the way down onto the bed. When you break away you keep your hands firmly locked around the back of his head, keeping his forehead pressed to yours as you both catch your breath. “I love you so much,” you finally say, keeping your eyes locked on his. “I love you so dang much and sometimes I still can’t believe you’re here, with me, in our house, with me.”

“You better believe it baby, cuz there’s no getting rid of me,” his mouth cracking into a lazy smile as he nudges his strong nose against yours.

“Never,” you say, much more seriously than his joking tone warrants, but you need him to know, especially after everything he said. “I never want to get rid of you. I need you. I love you.” His eyes soften and while his teasing tone leaves, his smile never does.

“You’ll make it through this sweetheart, I promise. I’m here every step of the way.”

You beam at him, “Thank you Frankie. For everything. Everything.” Your eyes start to droop and he places a quick kiss on your nose before backing away to pull down the covers. You crawl up to the pillows, barely even acknowledging your own side in favor of his. He chuckles and crosses over to the other side, and when he’s under he cuddles you close before pulling up the blanket and securing it around you. “Tomorrow’s a new day, and somebody needs their beauty sleep to tackle their to do list.” You hum contentedly, wrapping your arms around him and slotting your head under his chin. His arms wrap around yours as he presses a kiss to your forehead and noses your hair.

“Well, you are definitely on my to do list because holy shit someone deserves some good sex for what you said,” you half mumble under your breath, and as Frankie breaks into a laugh he tries not to jostle you too much, but you caught him off guard and now he’s pretty much full on laughing, in the way that makes your heart clench a little because you love him and his beautiful laugh so dang much, the laugh that gives you so much pride because you’re the one that made it happen. When he settles down he pulls away slightly to look at you, and you are positively beaming at him, clearly proud of that joke you were able to come up with half asleep.

“Well there’s my [y/n],” he says in that deep raspy voice that only makes you smile more. He leans in to give your forehead a slow kiss.

“Thanks for finding me,” you whisper as you look up at him.

“Ehh, you’ve trusted me with most of your hiding spots, so I’ve gotten pretty good.” You prop yourself up on your elbow and place your hand on the side of his face to get a good look at him.

“But seriously Frankie, thank you. You always know exactly what to say, and I am so unbelievably grateful for you in so many ways.” His face goes as soft as he turns to give your palm a soft kiss, and you lean in one more time to kiss him properly before resuming your position. He gives you a gentle squeeze and it isn’t long until you’re drifting off to sleep in the arms of your love.

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[dinosaurtsukki]

haikyuu!! characters and their fave musicals

pretty much an hc’s for funsies type of thing. which characters are absolute nerds for musicals and which ones couldn’t care less? i know not everyone likes musicals but if this is your thing, feel free to read! 

Hinata: he’s one of those people who watched Shrek the Musical unironically and ended up getting really hooked on it but no way is he going to tell anyone

Kageyama: thinks that the Shrek trilogy are counted as movie musicals because ‘the characters sing and everything’. will fall asleep in a theatre so don’t bring him you’ll be disappointed

Tsukishima: loves Avenue Q and The Producers because the humor is right up his alley. also has tASTE and his fave is probs something like Hadestown because it is the best musical. loves to break down the lyrics and listens to an album non-stop when he’s obsessed

Yamaguchi: he tried to watch Grease but ended up throwing popcorn at the tv-screen because of the blatant sexism. yams is not About That. gets his recommendations from Tsukki and has never looked back

Tanaka: likes anything with awesome choreography and really cool special-effects like Hamilton or Be More Chill. when you ask him about the story though he’s like ???

Noya: doesn’t get the concept of musicals. ‘she’s singing about the guy but he’s right there??? doesn’t he hear everything????’ ‘WHY ARE THEY SINGING JUST FIGHT ALREADY’

Ennoshita: also has Taste. watches pretty much anything and loves to keep track of new productions and new casting. if you ask him about his favorite musical he’ll probably specifically mention the cast and where it was performed

Asahi: y’all are gonna hate me y’all are gonna hate me but JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR haha jk. one hundred percent a Dear Evan Hansen kinda guy because he relates to the main guy’s personality. has waving through a window on repeat

Sugawara: LOVES the classics: Les Miserables, Phantom of the Opera, Miss Saigon. knows every song and movement by heart. sings them everywhere. would not listen to anything else. also Moulin Rouge because he’s one Classy Bitch

Daichi: appreciates any good musical recommended to him but the kind of person who presses ‘shuffle’ when listening to the recording and all the fans around him die inside. does this more than once just for that reaction

Kiyoko: loves anything with awesome female roles, particularly Legally Blonde and Six the Musical. raises an eyebrow at you if you say you like Grease and you land on her list of people she would barely talk to

 Yachi: practically raised on disney movie musicals. loves to watch and re-watch videos from Broadway Princess Party a lot. is basically a disney princess herself and loves to put some songs on when she cleans the house. 

Kuroo: one of those people who got really into Hamilton back in the day. would sing the vocals, the back-up vocals, the chorus parts, and hum the intros. says he’s a musical fan but that’s the only one he’s watched/listened to.

Kenma: someone recommended Be More Chill to him (probably tsukki) and he ended up actually liking it. once in a while you’ll hear him humming ‘christiiiiIIiine’ under his breath. likes to listen to michael in the bathroom at 2 am

Yaku:  hates musicals ever since Nekoma had a movie night and then decided to watch Lion King and lev dead-ass lifted him up over his head like what rafiki did to simba in That Scene. 

Lev: another one who likes disney musicals but like, the basic ones (frozen, tangled, beauty and the beast). mostly because they’re his sister’s favorites tho. has more than once did the whole ‘do you want to build a snowman’ thing with alisa and probably his teammates

Oikawa: thinks that liking Heathers makes him edgy it doesn’t. practically paid hanamaki and matsukawa to sing Candy Store with him and using iwa as veronica. absolutely vibes to the Mean Girls musical

Iwaizumi: a hard High School Musical stan, now and forever. thinks that Ryan and Chad are definitely gay. one time oikawa was giving them a pep talk and said ‘what team?’ and iwa yelled ‘WILDCATS’ and then everybody looked at him because they KNEW they KNEW HE NEVER GOT OVER THAT PHASE-- 

Matsukawa: Cats. The Movie.* wrote a long-ass thread on twitter about why the female cats should be given six boob and tagged Tom Hooper. was blocked.

Hanamaki: *see above. probably had his sexual awakening when he saw Idris Elba as a sexy cat. there’s nothing gendered about a sexy cat

Kyoutani: likes the leather jacket aesthetic in Grease. looked up the lyrics to ‘Greased Lightning’ once and shut off his laptop when he saw the innuendos. may have tried to replicate the choreography at one point but fell off a table

Yahaba: a romantic at heart. has a copy of the West Side Story DvD and loves to sing ‘Maria’ and ‘One Hand, One Heart.’ he and Oikawa love to duet ‘I Feel Pretty.’ also tried to copy the choreography and sUCCEEDED

Ushijima: you’ve taken him to see an array of musicals, from the much-loved classics to the inventive modern musicals. every time, you glance at him hoping for any reaction. he always leaves the theater saying ‘it was good.’ only one musical has managed to make him crack a smile: The Muppets (the movie ver.)

Tendou: another boy with Quality Taste. is a hardcore stan of any musical by Team Starkid (also loves that they’re all on Youtube). makes so many references to them but nobody else understands. will yell ‘TIGERFUCKER TIGERFUCKER’ out of the blue

Shirabu: thinks that La La Land is Peak Taste. got angry when tendou showed him a video of ryan gosling scenes in the movie but it’s all replaced by barry, the bee from Bee Movie. now La La Land is ruined because he keeps on remembering ‘you like jazz?’ in barry’s voice 

Semi: tells you that he just doesn’t watch musicals but he secretly had such a Les Miz phase. writes enjolras x reader fanfics and his longest one was 200k words. if he hears anything that vaguely sounds like ‘do you hear the people sing’, a tear will fall out of the corner of his eye

Goshiki: was looking for slime tutorials one and stumbled on ‘not hamilton just a 2 hr slime tutorial’ y’all kno what i’m talking about and watched the whole thing. was disappointed that there weren’t any slimes but is now into hamilton

Akaashi: knows and understands the peak performance quality and biblical philosophy of Jesus Christ Superstar. doesn’t tell anyone about it though because they all assume its all church music. ‘it’s not’, he sobs. ‘it’s more.’

Bokuto: akaashi recommended Jesus Christ Superstar to him and he watched it, thinking that he’d see jesus playing an electric guitar. he was very disappointed and sulked about it for a week. LOVES disney musicals though

Atsumu: was one of those kids who would look up the Harry Potter Puppet Pals videos on youtube and stumbled in to A Very Potter Musical. ever since jk rowling’s snake side came out he began accepting that fan musical as canon. likes to piss rowling off by posting screenshots of the musical and saying its from the movie

Osamu: the Disney fan but with Quality Taste. loves Hunchback of Notre Dame, Princess and the Frog, Prince of Egypt, and Anastasia (the last two aren’t disney but animated musicals). cries at the sound of Phil Collins’ sultry voice. 

Kita: is in love with Phantom of the Opera because his grandmother loves listening to it. he’d sing THE ENTIRE SOUNDTRACK pretty much every day until his teammates catch him singing in the locker rooms while they were changing AND NAILING ALL OF CHRISTINE’S HIGH NOTES LIKE ITS NOTHING

Terushima: doesn’t like musicals so his friend recommended that he watch The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals by Team Starkid because of the crackhead humor. watched Robert Manion perform and ending up going on google and searching ‘does watching men move their hips real nice make me bi?’

Koganegawa:  y’all are gonna be surprised but this one’s a hardcore Wicked fan. has watched all of the different castings of it. he loves to imitate Elphaba’s iconic ‘FIEEEEROOOOOOO’ line in the showers and records it, just to see if he’s close to how it sounds onstage. has Idina Menzel’s autograph

Futakuchi: bitch does nothing but roast everyone else’s musical tastes. hamilton? ‘wow, mainstream much?’ dear evan hansen? ‘psshh, basic.’ be more chill? ‘think you’re edgy or something?’ the greatest show? ‘what are you? five?’ his favorite musical is actually Cats

[opheliawritesxo]

When In Paris

Prompt (in bold): 26 – “I call dibs.”

Pairing: 12 – STUCKY

Summary: After Bucky’s first mission back with the team, the quinjet breaks down so the Avengers have to spend the night in a hotel and of course the two boys from Brooklyn pair up; but there’s a problem. There’s only one bed which causes Steve to have a goddamn crisis and Bucky does what he always does, save the punk’s ass.

Warnings: pure fluff that it’ll rot your teeth, an extremely over used trope, implied smut (if you squint but read between the lines y’all), strong language

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: This is day 1 of 30 prompts. The list is here if you wanna check it out (x) I’m hoping y’all will get smut by day thirty but even with eleven years of fan-fiction writing experience under my belt smut is something I’ve never tried so y’know have some fluff for now (which is a rarity in itself so count yourselves lucky). ALSO DID I REALLY MANAGE TO WRITE LESS THAN 2K I AM SHOOKETH

Sitting outside on the fire escape, Bucky relished in being back in Brooklyn after so long away. Once again sharing an apartment with Steve, it truly felt like being home again. Except instead of Bucky heading to the docks and Steve staying at home, their roles were switched. Bucky still wasn’t called out on missions, not yet anyway. He’d only recently passed his med and psych evaluation, but he knew Steve was wary about him being back in the field.

           “Buck?” He heard the sleepy voice of his best friend call; it was only then that Bucky realised it was 3am and he should probably be in bed.

“Yeah?” He called back, pushing himself to his feet and heading towards the window.

“There’s a mission, kinda big.” Bucky raised an eyebrow at the towering blonde as he stood in front of him, half in his suit.

“You wanna bring me in?” Steve sighed, rubbing between his eyes.

“It’s a hydra base, we kinda need your expertise here but you don’t have to actively go inside. You could stay on the quinjet and just feed us information.” He rambled; Bucky couldn’t stop the small smile that was forming.

“Nah I don’t mind. S’not like they can put me under, all the words are gone, and I got the fancy new arm from Shuri. Is everyone going?”

“Uh yeah.. think so.”

“Well then punk, looks like my biggest worry is gonna be Stark.” Bucky grinned as he squeezed Steve’s shoulder, heading to pull on his uniform for the first time. It was safe to say he was nervous about what was going to happen, but he’d always had Steve’s six and he’d had his.

The mission itself went exactly to plan, a rarity but it did happen occasionally. The only thing that went wrong was the quinjet breaking down before they headed back causing them to have to stay at a hotel for the night whilst Tony sent for a replacement. They were in a beautiful hotel in the outskirts of Paris, the most romantic city in the world. Tony, as expected, took a room to himself with Bruce and Thor partnering up same with Natasha and Clint which left Steve and Bucky.

           After being handed their keys, the two boys from Brooklyn headed upstairs. Their room was on the top floor with three floors between them and any of the other Avengers which Tony helpfully pointed out with a wink. Steve was used to Tony’s innuendos and just took the keys with a shake of his head, but Bucky was certainly confused at the implication. So, what if there were three floors between them and the others, what was the big deal? It wasn’t until they both walked into the room that Bucky’s brain finally decided to catch up with him.

“Tony, you son of a bitch.” Steve grumbled as he looked ahead of him. Bucky raised an eyebrow, peaking to the side of Steve to see what cause the ‘I’m-disappointed-in-you’ grumble; a staple for 30’s Steve. Mainly seen whenever Bucky would work longer at the docks without telling Steve.

There was only one bed.

“I call dibs.” Bucky helpfully called as he made a beeline for it, jumping on top of it and stretching himself it. He didn’t understand why Steve was so disgruntled by it, not like they shared a bed for their whole childhood and even before Bucky shipped out. Saved a lot of money on heating when they could just share body heat.

“I’ll take the floor.” Those words from Steve stopped Bucky in his tracks. Pushing himself up on his elbows.

“No, you won’t.” Bucky muttered as he looked over at the man. “C’mon Stevie, this bed is big enough for both of us. You’re gonna fuck up your back if you sleep down there.”

“Seriously Buck it’s fine.” Groaning, Bucky pushed himself to his feet. Grabbing pillows off the bed and placing them on the floor. “What ya doin’?”

“Well if you’re gonna be a dumbass and sleep on the floor then I am too. Either we both sleep in there,” He smirked, motioning to the bed. “Or neither of us do.” His hands were placed firmly on his hips, mimicking Steve’s most famous pose.

           Groaning with his head in his hands, Steve rubbed at his face before throwing his hands in the air. “Fine! If we’re playing that game then I guess we’re both sleeping in the bed. You win jerk.” He mumbled.

“Always do punk.” Bucky’s cheshire cat grin slipping straight onto his face as if it hadn’t been dormant for seventy years. That only served to make Steve’s heart skip a beat. “Now c’mon, I’m beat.” Steve gulped and made for the bed still in his full uniform, but Bucky stopped him with just a look.

“What Buck?” He sighed.

“You’re not wearing your full tac gear in bed.” Steve felt a blush rise up his cheeks.

“I-“

“Stevie for fucks sake just take it off and get into bed. I’m going into the bathroom if it’s your modesty you’re worried about.” The former assassin grumbled as he made his way into the bathroom. Groaning Steve quickly pulled off his suit leaving him in just his undershirt and boxers. He chastised his past self for not wearing looser boxer briefs.

           You see the problem here was that Steven Grant Rogers had been head over heels for one James Buchanan Barnes since he was fourteen. Now he’d never acted on it because he was in fact; a big ‘ole scaredy cat. With his myriad of health problems back pre-serum he never had to worry about sharing a bed with Bucky because at the time it was just sensible and any appendages that might take interest in snuggling into the most attractive man Steve had ever come across in his life, didn’t particularly work; see previous myriad of health problems. Then came war and they didn’t really get a chance to share a sleeping bag or even a tent for the short time they were together with the Howlies. Now in the 21st Century with actual honest to god proper heating that you could control at the touch of a button, there was no need to share a bed.

Steve made his way under the covers and buried himself in as far as he could go. As Bucky came back out he snorted at the mound under the covers.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothin’ m’just tired.” The man with the apparent plan let out an exaggerated yawn as if to say ‘look at me this is not suspicious at all no sir, nothing to see here.’

“Uh huh, whatever you say punk.” Unlike Steve, Bucky was quite happy to strip off his tac gear in plain view for Steve. Opting to go shirtless and in the tightest pair of tighty whities Steve had ever seen causing a very unmanly squeak to fire its way out of his throat. He was doomed.

Bucky just rolled his eyes, sauntering over and pulling at the covers so he could get in, since Steve had them in a white knuckled grip. Settling in, Steve moved himself right to the edge of the bed. Bucky had, had enough. This couldn’t go on any longer.

“Okay I’m sick of this. What the fucking hell is up with you!?” Bucky snapped. “Ever since I came back it’s as if I smell of shit! You can’t get far enough away from me. Gonna tell me what’s going through that idiotic mind of yours or are we gonna continue playing these games?”

Steve was both heartbroken and slightly turned on at Bucky’s tone. He hadn’t meant to have been that obvious in his avoidance but in Steve’s defence it was for Bucky’s own good. The 21st century might be more inclusive than it was back when they were bunking together in Brooklyn, but Steve was still Captain America. He still had a reputation to uphold.

“Buck.. I’m sorry.” Steve muttered as he scooted closer to the other man. “I didn’t mean to be a dick ‘bout it I just.. I’m.. well.. there’s things about me you’re not gonna like.”

“Stevie, I like everything about you. Try again.”

“You don’t get it Bucky! I-I’ve been keeping this secret since I was fourteen and I don’t- I’m scared alright?” He croaked, closing his eyes so he didn’t have to look at the eyes that gave him his last happy thought before he crashed the Valkyrie into the ice.

           Bucky sighed, placing a soft hand over Steve’s which was lying in between them. “I’ve known you since you were seven punk. There ain’t no secret about you that I don’t already know.”

Steve scoffed, wishing he had the strength to pull his hand away. “So, you know I’m gay then?” He snapped.

“Yup.” Bucky replied, exaggerating the P at the end. “You’re not exactly subtle when you’re trying to check out my ass.” Steve’s heart stopped and he truly was a sixteen-year-old kid from Brooklyn again.

“W-What?”

“Oh, come on Steve, you’re smarter than this. Your sixteenth birthday in ’34, we talked ‘bout kissing remember?”

“Uh huh..”

“Remember I kissed you on the couch, told you we had to get practice in before we went out and got ourself some dames?” It was all coming back to Steve now. The looks Bucky used to give him, how Bucky always flirted with the girls but never took them home.

“So you-“

“Yip.”

“All this time?”

“Yes sir.”

“But.. how.. why..”

“’Cause I never found the right time to blurt out ‘hey stevie, see instead of practising kissing can we actually kiss for real ‘cause you’re my best guy and I wanna spend the rest of my life with ya even though we’ll probably get arrested but fuck it’.” Bucky exclaimed, grabbing Steve at the hips and pulling him forward, wrapping his arms around the blonde’s waist.

           Steve couldn’t quite believe this was real. He was pretty sure he’d knocked himself out back at the base and this was all a fever dream. Bucky chuckled softly as he moved to cradle Steve’s face in his hands.

“You like me?” Steve squeaked causing Bucky to erupt in belly aching laughter.

“I think I a bit more than like ya punk. I love you Stevie. Have done ever since I was seventeen.” Steve closed the very small distance between them by practically launching himself at Bucky. Kissing him with every ounce of love and adoration he had to give; which was over seventy years’ worth of it.

“I love you too Bucky, have since I was fourteen.” He whispered, peppering kisses to the others jaw. Bucky was the one to initiate the kiss this time around. It was deeper and more passionate than the one Steve had initiated but it held no less love. The kisses didn’t stop there, there was seventy odd years of making up for lost time to do.

           If they slept through their alarm in the morning and opted to stay in the hotel for a couple of days longer because, when in Paris; there would be nods of understandings and shouts of ‘have fun!’ from the others. In reality though, Natasha would find herself with a lot of favours to call in from the others since she’d been the one to ‘break’ the quinjet. Safe to say, everyone at SHIELD and in the Avengers were wholly aware of how much those two idiots needed to declare their love for each other and just bone for heaven’s sake.

[stubborn-beast]

Good Hands | 1

“Iron Ridge Veterinary Practice, what can I do for you today…?”

Valkyrie barely had time to hide her laughter behind her hand when Pepper rolled her eyes, natural smile becoming forced.

“No, Mrs. Johnson, Dr. Lee isn’t here any longer… No, I don’t believe he plans on coming out of retirement to see Mr. Kittles… I can assure you that our current veterinarian, Dr. Carbonell is perfectly capable –“

Pepper’s fingers began to fly over the keyboard as she talked, Valkyrie putting the file folder she’d been holding back onto the counter before turning to walk back down the hall. A familiar, muted scent caught her attention as she rounded the corner and stepped into the open doorway of the break room.

“Tash, whatcha doin’?”

The Omega looked up from the coffee pot and gave Valkyrie a pretty smile, inviting the Beta to approach and lean against the counter. She eyed the teal scrubs Natasha was wearing with interest, only to raise her gaze and see the exhaustion on the Omega’s face.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“I s’pose. Makin’ enough for me, too?”

“Of course, Val. And Tony. We all know what happened last time.”

Both women shuddered before laughing, filling their mugs and sipping before becoming aware of their boss by the sugary scent of the Omega as he whipped into the room.

“Coffee? You’re both brilliant. We’ll need it for the seven neuters I have on the schedule –“

“Seven?!” Valkyrie squawked, jumping as Natasha pinched her shoulder. The redhead ran a hand through her hair and leveled a look at Tony.

“- can’t forget the nail trim on Logan’s dog –“

“God, why couldn’t I forget that?”

“- oh, and we’ll probably have to see Mr. Kittles, judgin’ from the phone call Pep was takin’ a minute ago.”

Tony groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers. Mrs. Johnson cared greatly for her large orange tabby, Mr. Kittles, and also for digging her nose into everyone else’s business. The town gossip had a penchant for focusing on Tony, the newest resident to arrive and an Omega with no Alpha to speak of.

“Alright, bottoms up then, ladies. Let’s get to work.”

Tony raised his mug to them both, waiting for them to return the gesture, before chugging the fresh coffee.

Both girls laughed as he sputtered around the hot liquid and stalked to the front of the building to talk the schedule with Pepper.

What he wasn’t expecting to see when he reached the reception desk was a tall body of broad muscles in tight jeans and shirt fit to burst at the seams.

Holy sh-

He stood, speechless, staring at the blond bombshell in front of him as he was bent, resting on the counter and conversing with Pepper.

“ – she’s due any day now, so I’d like’ta have an on-call situation scheduled –“

“No problem, Mr. Rogers. We will gladly help out in any way we can. Dr. Carbonell makes house calls, just as Dr. Lee did.”

Pepper pointedly looked towards Tony, who was prompted to close his mouth and quit looking like an idiot.

“Well… s’long as my Bessy is in good hands…”

Innuendo.

“I can assure you,” Pepper answered, her smile too smug as she glanced at the other Omega and saw the blush creeping into his face as he finally pulled his eyes from the tall Alpha, “Our Dr. Carbonell has very skilled hands, the best in the field.”

“Uh… right, thank you for that, Pepper,” Tony said, trying to scrape the last of his pride off of the floor as he approached the taller man with a hand extended.

“Dr. Carbonell, at your service.” He really hoped his hands weren’t as sweaty as he suspected. Hopefully, tall-blond-and-handsome would just think he had washed his hands.

“Lovely t’meet ya, Doc. I’m Steve Rogers,” he drawled and Tony just about melted, feeling the warm, thick digits wrapping around his hand to return his welcome gesture. “I own Iron Ranch offa East Lake.”

“I’ve driven by there. It’s beautiful.”

“Thank ya.”

Tony thought he spotted a bit of heat crawling up the rancher’s neck, but he chalked it up to a lack of sleep and the caffeine kicking in.

“You’re welcome. I’m sure I can help with… Bessy, was it? When the time comes for her to give birth.” He’d only done a handful of cow births in his career, but he felt confident enough in his abilities. The smile Steve gave him was megawatt and Tony felt his heart skip slightly in his chest.

Jesus, he really needed to lay off of the caffeine.

“I’m sure ya can, Doc. I’ll be sure ta give th’office a call when comes time,” he said, bobbing his head and rocking slightly on the heels of his boots.

Who knew I had a thing for cowboy boots?

“Well, the office closes at seven during the week and five on weekends, but here-“ Tony reached over the desk and tore a post-it from the stack near Pepper. The redhead’s eyes widened as she watched the interaction with curiosity and a secret smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “- this is the emergency number to my phone, directly. I know births don’t follow a schedule, and a house call might work best in this circumstance. Call whenever there’s an emergency and I’ll be there.”

Tony turned around, having had the moment of jotting his number down to compose himself, and smiled as he passed off the bright orange slip to the Alpha. From past experience, Tony was used to turning around and catching the remains of leering glances whenever Alphas were able to sneak a peak at him. He was pleasantly surprised to see nothing but eye contact – damn, those were some baby blues - and that grin.

“Thank ya ‘gain, Doc. Y’all will be hearin’ from me soon, I s’pect.”

“Oh, we’ll be happy to help,” Valkyrie piped up from the hallway entrance, drawing the trio’s attention to where she and Natasha were standing and watching the interaction.

Now it was Tony’s turn to feel heat creeping up his neck as he shot both women a look.

“Yes, well-“ Tony began, struggling for words as he slowly turned back to face the tall rancher, when the bell above their front door dinged and a shorter Beta filed through with a wave of one hand and an enormous dog leashed in the other.

“Doc, sorry I’m late! Stuck behind a horse and buggy – who knew those things were still around?”

Pepper was laughing and rolling her eyes as she stood up from behind the desk, holding out a clipboard to the newest arrival.

“Mr. Barton, pleasure to see you again. Here’s the paperwork for Bones you need to fill out for his procedure.”

“Right, two less eggs in the basket for you, mister!”

Laughter sounded from Valkyrie and Natasha, while Tony merely shook his head and caught sight of the redness creeping up Steve’s neck as he inched towards his escape. He caught eyes with Tony and the Omega thought he saw his smile soften just a little bit.

“See y’all later,” he said with a wave as he awkwardly slipped out the front door. Tony raised his hand in a wave as well before turning back towards Clint and crouching down to the massive height of the dog pulling towards him.

“Bones, huh? We’re going to get you all fixed up and find you a good home with a big yard, children to ride you, and toys to slobber on, hmm?”

Tony scratched under the mastiff’s jowls and cooed at him, allowing the dog to lick over his hands before straightening back up.

“Yeah, this one’s a real lover. But most of the big ones are, right?”

Clint waggled his eyebrows towards Tony before nodding his head to the door Steve had just gone through. The Omega laughed and shook his head, waving a hand as he turned on his heel and walked towards the hallway.

“I’ll have to take your word for it, Clint. Val and Tasha will take Bones from you, won’t you ladies?”

Valkyrie let out an unattractive sound as the massive dog jumped up onto her and knocked her flat. Natasha made sure to pat the dog on the head while Pepper waved Clint out.

“So… Steve sure had some long eye contact with Tony,” Natasha mentioned, taking the paperwork from Clint’s clipboard and shooting a look to Pepper. The other redhead smirked and shrugged a slim shoulder, her pastel pink scrubs shifting with the motion.

“I think it’s safe to say it’s not the last we’ll see of Mr. Rogers,” Pepper said with humor in her tone. Natasha smiled as she tapped her fingers on the paperwork and watched Valkyrie get dragged down the hallway.

“I agree.”

“Maybe he’ll bring his ranch hand with him next time?”

Natasha shot Pepper a look and her lips formed a serious line as she fought the urge to blush.

“I think you’re meddling, Ms. Potts.”

The receptionist’s laughter followed Natasha as she retreated down the hallway.

[scmyr]

luka sabbat. cis male. he/him. ／  samyr delcine just pulled up james joint by rihanna  — that song is so them ! you know, for a(n) twenty-four (24) year old retired actor / singer and rapper, i’ve heard they’re really -temperamental, but that they make up for it by being so +creative. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say smoke filled recording studios, messy handwriting, tattoos. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( LJ, 20, est, they/them )

career claim: roddy ricch, dababy, the weeknd

hey y’all! guess who’s back at it again with a new muse? it’s LJ, @kcia​‘s mun, and this is my second baby, samyr. i’ve actually had this idea in mind for a while, and i’m finally bringing him into fruition. if you’d like to plot with him, just drop a like on this post! 

basics.

NAME: samyr delcine. PRONOUNS: he/him AGE: twenty-four. BIRTH DATE: july 16th, 1995. BIRTH PLACE: port-au-prince, haiti. HOMETOWN: compton, california. CURRENT RESIDENCE: los angeles, california. NATIONALITY: haitian-american. ETHNICITY: afro-haitian, unidentified white side. RELIGION: non practicing christian. OCCUPATION: singer, rapper, songwriter, producer, retired actor. LANGUAGES: haitian-creole (native), haitian-french (native), english (fluent). SEXUAL ORIENTATION: confused. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: confused.

visual.

FACECLAIM: luka sabbat. EYE COLOR: dark brown. HAIR COLOR: dark brown. HEIGHT: 6 feet, 1 inch. WEIGHT: 149 pounds. TATTOOS: here, here, here. PIERCINGS: ears. NOTABLE TRAITS: lips, height, hair.

background.

he was born in port-au-prince, haiti to a single mother. he never met his father because his father was someone that his mother hooked up with while she was studying in the states. it was her last year in college and she didn’t know she was pregnant until she was about three months along. she took a year off and went back home so she could have him. she considered putting him up for adoption, but as soon as he was born and she looked into his eyes, she “fell in love with him and couldn’t part from him”, or that’s what she always tells samyr. 

when he was six years old and his mother was twenty-seven, she decided to go back to school and get her degree. she spent the first six years of his life working two full time jobs and a part time job just so she could provide for him and save money at the same time. after she saved enough money, she packed up their things and moved them to america, california to be exact, so she could graduate and get a better paying job. she finished up her criminal justice degree and got a job working as a law clerk while she put herself through law school. she finally graduated, passed the bar exam, and now she’s a highly sought after criminal attorney in the states. 

his childhood was a hard, yet happy time for him. hard because he and his mother lived in california while his mother worked for a very low salary. it was difficult for them to make ends meet, especially when she was still in school. even though she eventually became an extremely wealthy lawyer (she started making money around the time samyr was fifteen, but by then he was already making money from his show), things were hard at first. he was still a happy kid though. his mother gave him a lot of love, and he had friends and a cute puppy named chichi (she’s still alive, with her old ass ;-;) 

samyr’s first taste of the spot light was at a young age. he did a little bit of modeling for stores and brands, but didn’t really get his big break until he was 12 and landed one of the lead roles of a children’s sitcom. he loved acting when he first started doing it, and worked hard for the several seasons that he was apart of the show before it ended. he was nineteen when the show ended. he did cameos on other shows, and acted in a few movies during the course of the show too. 

he’s a very passionate and dedicated person, but once he’s finished with something and wipes his hands clean of it, he’s finished indefinitely. he felt as though after several years of acting on one show and doing other acting jobs, that he was ready to bring to a close the chapter of acting in his life. he enjoyed it, still does, but he wanted to pour all of his time and effort into the next aspect of his life - music.

he had actually started getting into music around the middle of his show’s run. he had been in the industry for a while and started making friends with musicians who had introduced him to the art of music. he quickly fell in love with it, not just singing and rapping, but the technical aspects of the music industry as well - producing, sound mixing, composition, e.t.c. 

he released his first music project while he was still acting. it was in 2011, and it was a mixtape that he dropped out of the blue. people didn’t know who it was at first because he just dropped it on soundcloud and his account wasn’t under his own name. but some fans ended up doing some digging and made the connection.

after that, he would occasionally drop music projects here and there (i’ll eventually make a little timeline of his music releases, more so for my own means of keeping track, but to also give you guys an idea of what he’s released so far!) 

now he focuses primarily on music. overall, his sound and lyrics are explicit, but there are still two sides to him - the ‘hard’ side (dababy, roddy ricch) and his softer side (the weeknd). he likes having that kind of duality, because it gives him the freedom to explore himself as a musician. 

personality

he’s a very hard worker, and extremely prideful. he doesn’t like accepting help from others, especially if he thinks they’re pitying him. he and his mother used to get a lot of “offers” of help, which were honestly just people feeling sorry for them, which he absolutely hated. he doesn’t even like asking for help when he knows he needs it. if you ever catch him asking for help, you best believe it’s because it’s his very last resort. 

if samyr’s face and name weren’t connected to his music, no one would even think that he was the one rapping and singing on his tracks. a lot of his music has explicit sexual innuendos and undertones, and holds a little aggression from time to time. it’s a complete contrast to samyr’s lowkey personality. what most people don’t know is that writing music is his outlet. he doesn’t get frustrated or angry (most of the time) because when he feels those things, he channels it into his writing. 

that being said, he does have a little bit of a temper. it’s something that his mother says he gets from his grandfather, a man he had never met because he passed away before his birth. he has a high tolerance for things, but if he’s pushed over the edge, he gets black out angry. he hates that though, which is why he stays ‘medicated’ most of the time (lmao he stays high) 

he’s so deep in the closet that he’s finding christimas presents. he knows that there’s nothing wrong with being gay, he’s an avid supporter of the lgbtq+ on social media platforms and such, but it’s just something that he struggles to accept about himself. his mother is very open minded, but he has a lot of family members who aren’t, and he doesn’t want them to disown him. 

kinda gets angry/upset if his own sexuality is brought up? maybe not really angry or upset, but just really defensive? again, finding christmas presents lol

very particular with and protective of his hair lol has definitely smacked a few people’s hands for trying to touch it

wanted connections

girl(s) that he’s dated in the past to as a way to somehow force himself to be straight. most of them ended due to him not being able to fully invest himself emotionally. we can discuss if they’re on good/bad terms! 

a few best friends, he definitely needs those 

if anyone has a muse that has songs with a male rapper featured, samyr’s your guy

the first guy he’s ever kissed 

relatives on his father’s side (he just recently started searching for his father, so it’d be interesting if he had cousins or half siblings around!)

someone that he confides in about his sexuality 

a guy who helps him explore his sexuality 

pr relationship(s) 

pr friendship(s) 

media fueled rivalry 

enemies

frenemies 

celebrity friends that are always seen out together (events, award shows, sports games, out shopping, e.t.c) 

literally anything?? i’m open to anything and everything!

[cordoniasmost]

As the World Burns - Part 4

Story: Blood Bound

Pairing: MC (Amy) x Adrian x Jax x Dracula x ? (it’s basically a clown car up in here, y’all!)

Warnings: Language, violence, sexual innuendo/discussions, pregnancy, date rape

Word Count: 2449

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A/N: When I stumbled on the theory about MC being pregnant as the reason for the ��darkness within” line from yesterday’s chapter of BloodBound (Book 2, chapter 14), I had to write something super dramatic and funny (read: ridiculous) because what’s life without a little whimsy? Haha :)  This series is going to be 3-4 parts.  Enjoy! (This really went off the rails... sorry not sorry! lol)

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Amy wasn’t surprised she’d gotten Drac to agree to go on this ridiculous spectacle people called a TV show. What has my life become?  Neither Adrian or Jax were happy about the idea of doing this, both of them much preferred keeping their private business, well, private. When she’d reached out to Drac to explain the situation, as she’d predicted he was less than enthusiastic about doing anything to make her life easier.

Also as she’d predicted, he was more than willing to donate his DNA once he’d heard it would be a televised event. She’d just conveniently forgotten to mention that this particular TV show aired on daytime cable TV and was watched mostly by bored housewives. I guess that plays right to his target audience, though. Huh. 

She found herself now backstage amid the hustle and bustle of preparing to film this monstrosity.  Amy had been binging past episodes of this show to prepare herself for what to expect and she was pretty horrified at what she was about to go through, but it was more important to her to know what she’d be dealing with father-wise when it came to her baby than she was worried about her pride.

“We don’t have to do this, Ames,” Jax said, watching her wearily. “We really, really don’t have to do this.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Yes, we do. I need to find out and this is the only way to be sure. It’ll be over quick and by the end of today we’ll know.”

Adrian was pacing the room, not looking at either of them and not speaking. “Adrian? Are you okay?” Amy asked hesitantly. 

He ran a hand through his hair, sighing loudly. “Not really. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

She could relate to how he was feeling. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, either.

“I know, but thank you,” she said, standing and wrapping her arms around his waist. “I know this is basically the worst possibly way any of us could imagine to do this, but hopefully no one will see it and we’ll get the answers we need.”

He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. “Hopefully.”

**

The bright studio lights were hotter than she’d expected and Amy found herself sweating her makeup off. She tried to believe that despite the high definition TV cameras projecting this shit show all over the country, they wouldn’t somehow catch the beads of sweat on her forehead or the trickle running down her throat. 

She rested her hand on the swell of her belly, rubbing gently this new life she’d created. It had been a couple of weeks since she’d found out and her pregnancy was progressing more quickly than a typical one would. She felt better, though, and she was thankful for that now as her stomach rolled with nerves. Not that many people watch this circus, do they? 

To her left sat Jax and to her right, Adrian. To Adrian’s right was Drac looking just as eccentric as ever with a black sheer lace bell sleeve top and leather pants. He had his long hair loose and wavy and about 100 chain necklaces around his neck. Seeing him under these bright lights, she couldn’t imagine what the fuck had gone through her mind when she’d let him fuck her against the ceiling. The fact she was revealing this fact to the entire country disturbed her on a level she wasn’t ready to deal with at this point. She swallowed and buried those thoughts deep, deep down inside, slamming the lid on that particular horror. 

She’d process it later, or maybe never, she thought.

Amy brought her attention back to the host. Maury Povich. The man had been profiting off of other people’s ridiculous drama for years and he was damn good at it. He had become famous for his lines, “You are NOT the father!” and, “The lie detector test determined THAT was a lie!” He smiled warmly as if he truly cared about them and Amy decided that was where his true power existed. The fact he could get people to let their guard down and believe that he cared about their best interest, almost like a friend.

It was the beginning of their segment and the four of them had made their way to the stage, none of them speaking to Drac either backstage or on their way out. None of them had anything to say to each other and Amy couldn’t imagine what it would be like for her if this was his baby. Adrian, Jax and she had discussed what would happen if that was the case and they decided they’d do everything they could to get him to agree to them keeping and raising the baby as theirs. None of them wanted him involved and, based on his lifestyle, none of them believed he’d want anything to do with a baby.

After all, he had only agreed to this whole thing because of the TV cameras and chance at publicity.

Maury was interviewing Drac now, asking him about what had happened between them and whether or not he was interested in being a father.  All four of them had agreed to not discussing the whole vampire part of the equation in this circus. Vampires weren’t exactly out in the open officially and no one needed to know that part, so when Amy heard Dracula begin to talk about centuries of living without being able to have a family, she felt a jolt of panic before she felt Adrian slam his foot down subtly on Drac’s.

Drac winced before finally realizing what he was saying, correcting his statement to “feeling” like it had been centuries. Amy exhaled loudly. This was going to be worse than she thought, and had known it’d be bad.

Maury smiled at her. “So, Amy,” he began. “We have a bit of an unusual situation with you. We usually don’t do these tests until the baby is actually born, but your story was so compelling we had to have you on the show. Let me just make sure we’re all clear on what’s happening.”

She swallowed, shifting nervously in her seat, her hands clinging on one side to Jax and on the other Adrian.  She nodded, taking a breath before speaking. “We’re in a relationship, but it’s open. We love each other and are honest with each other, but I thought I couldn’t have children,” she said, changing the story slightly so no one would question them too closely.  

“I have been sexually… adventurous, and suddenly found myself pregnant.  We’re hoping it’s either Jax’s or Adrian’s, but there’s a chance it belongs to Drac.”

She heard the crowd oooh and aaaah at her expense and her gaze fell to the floor. What am I doing? “And Jax, do you hope the baby is yours?” Maury asked, turning his questioning eyes on the man to her left. 

Jax cleared his throat. “Of course. I mean, it’s not something I ever imagined I wanted, but now that there’s a possibility it’s kind of exciting. The idea of it at least,” he said honestly, squeezing her hand.  

“How about you, Adrian?” he turned to the man on her right.

“Of course, I feel similarly to Jax.” Adrian wasn’t wanting to give much away in this whole process and she couldn’t blame him. Maury frowned slightly before regaining his composure. 

“And you, Drac? Who’s baby do you think it is?” Maury’s eyes were sparkling with excitement. He knew Drac would give him a good sound bite. 

“Oh, this baby is definitely not mine. There’s no way. I’ve had sex with hundreds, maybe even thousands of women in my time and never once gotten one pregnant. There’s not even a chance this baby belongs to me. I don’t even know why I’m here,” he finished, winking at the audience. 

They laughed and booed him simultaneously which made Amy want to put her hands over her ears. The audience felt like they were out for blood and the producers only encouraged the reactions from behind the cameras. This whole spectacle repulsed her, and yet… here she was.

Maury turned toward the audience. “Well, we’re gonna find out right now,” he said, pulling out a manila envelope. “Are you ready?” he turned to them, making eye contact with each one individually as they nodded their agreement. Amy felt her heart race, her stomach was in knots. Here we go, she thought. She hoped everything wouldn’t change for her after these results. If the baby was Jax’s or Adrian’s, everything would be fine. If not, well, she’d think about that later.

“Let’s start with Jax. In the case of Amy’s unborn baby, Jax you are NOT the father.” Fuck. The crowd jeered and cheered, and Jax squeezed her hand, leaning over to whisper in her ear. “It’s going to be okay, Ames.” She squeezed his hand back, giving him a small, nervous smile. 

“Adrian, you are NOT the father!” Double fuck. That could only mean one thing… Amy felt like throwing up.

Maury’s eyes were dancing with joy as he hesitated for dramatic effect. “Drac, you are NOT the father!”  Drac was making a big show of standing up, arms spread wide, a huge grin on his face. “I told you! I told you!” he was declaring over and over again to wild cheers from the crowd. She wanted to break the wooden chair he had vacated and stake him through the heart, but she refrained. We can’t have the whole world find out about vampires that way, she tried to convince herself. 

Wait, what?  Adrian and Jax exchanged a look over her head and she wanted to die. How could none of them be the father? She thought back and couldn’t figure it out. Had something happened during one of the nights she’d drunk too much and not remembered anything? She supposed it was possible. But… who?

“There’s someone else who thinks he’s the father of Amy’s baby and he’s here to prove he’s right. After the break, we reveal the test results!” Maury announced before the cameras went dark for a quick break. Maury didn’t say anything to them, just walked off the set for a retouch on his makeup. Drac grins. “Well this has been fun so far. Who do you think’s coming out next?” he asked them, a wide smile on his face. 

“What the fuck, Drac? Just shut up and go over there,” Jax said, pointing his finger in a direction away from them and where they still sat. Adrian had pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. “I don’t know what to say, Amy. I’m in shock right now. I guess I didn’t realize how much I had been actually hoping the baby would be mine,” he said wistfully. “But no matter what, we’ll get through this.”

“He’s right, Ames. This still doesn’t change anything. No matter what, we’re raising this baby together,” Jax finished, bringing her hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. 

“I love you both,” she told them, and they both smiled at her softly. “But who do you think this other person is? It’s strange I don’t remember anything and that the producers didn’t mention anything either. I don’t like it and it doesn’t feel right,” she said, worry furrowing her brow. 

“I don’t like it either, but there’s nothing we can do about it now except wait and see,” Adrian said.

Jax’s eyes wandered toward the back of the stage where he’d told her he stashed his sword before the show began taping. “Agreed.”

She sighed, shoving the despair she felt at the idea of this baby not belonging to either of the men she loved deep down with everything else and slamming the lid on it. I’ll deal with those feelings later. 

The producers were hyping the audience up again when Maury came strolling out, smiling at them wickedly, the huge secret he knew was eating them alive bringing him joy. The asshole. 

The lights came back up and the cameras turned on. The audience cheered. “We’re back with Amy, Jax, Adrian, and Drac. We just learned that these three aren’t the father of Amy’s unborn baby, but there’s a fourth man who claims he knows the baby belongs to him and he’s here to prove it. We submitted his DNA and have the results in, but first let’s meet him.  Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to Gaius!”

Adrian and Jax’s heads both whipped around, frantically searching for the man they’d been hunting practically non-stop for weeks. Adrian whispered in her ear, “You slept with Gaius?” 

“What? No! Of course not. At least… I don’t think so?” she said, suddenly not so sure. She’d been unconscious when Jameson and Gaius had kept her prisoner, but it certainly wasn’t something she did willingly. “If it happened, it was when they held me captive and I don’t remember it,” she said sadly, hoping that wasn’t the case.

She suddenly felt extremely violated at the situation but she wouldn’t put it past the villain. She glared at him fiercely as she watched him walk onto the stage to boos and cheers from the audience. 

He made a show of waving and bowing at the audience before confidently taking the chair next to Jax. Amy gripped Jax’s hand tightly, feeling like if she loosened her grip at all Jax would retrieve his sword and try and behead Gaius right there on studio recorded TV. Maury would get the show of his life. She almost giggled out loud at the absurdity of this entire situation. 

“Gaius, everyone on stage looks surprised to see you. What makes you so sure you’re the father of Amy’s unborn child?”

All eyes in the room lock on Gauis, waiting with bated breath to hear his response. “I have a… feeling of sorts that she was fertile when we engaged in our lovemaking,” he said with a smile as if he were talking about the weather. Oh, my god, Amy thought, wanting to crawl under her chair. 

“What does that mean?” Maury pressed.

Gaius shrugged. “Just call it a sixth sense of sorts,” he said with a wink.

“Okay, then. Shall we get to the results?” Maury asked as the audience cheered loudly.

“In the case of Amy’s unborn child, Gaius…” he drew out the pause for dramatic effect. The crowd grew silent. Amy felt like she could hear a pin drop if her own pulse hadn’t been wooshing loudly in her ears.

“You ARE the father!”

[spooky-scary-imagines]

Hi! If you're comfortable, could you do some Billy Loomis x reader x Stu Macher headcannons maybe? ❤️❣️

((I am absolutely comfortable! Poly relationships are perfectly fine as long as it doesn’t violate the other rules.

Billy, Stu, and s/o in a poly relationship:

Prepare for trouble and make it double. These two can be hard enough to wrangle on their own, but dating both of them? This is gonna be fun. You help their dynamic a lot, as they tend to rile each other up and can sometimes bring out the worst in each other.

At times you have to take the role as the mediator to solve/break the tie over whatever petty or serious shit they’re arguing about. From Baghead Jason v.s. Hockey Mask Jason to who’s next to die. Y’know, normal teenage shit. The care about each other but sometimes Billy is too harsh and Stu needs to take things more seriously. You’re the glue in a lot of ways.

Speaking of glue, you guys tend to be stuck together at the hip. Because of the way relationships like your’s are viewed at the time, there may be less PDA than you would like, however one of them will have their arm around your waist or shoulder almost all the time. Stu makes a lot of jokes and innuendos about you three but they’re usually ones that can be taken another way. This combined with Billy’s almost possessive attitude towards you two leads most people to question the nature of your close friendship. Not enough, however, to make it worth bringing up, especially when they see the glares they’re being shot by your boyfriends.

At home however, you can be more affectionate which puts you on the receiving end of one touchy-feely boyfriend and another that’s touch-starved. Love all around.

They aren’t super big on fancy dates. You might catch a movie, hang out around the mall, or grab a bite to eat at some local place. Woodsboro is a small town and y’all are broke as a joke so there isn’t too much you guys can do. However, their favorite thing is just to rent a bunch of movies and cuddle on the couch with a bucket of popcorn. Hope you like horror cause they’ll watch it all day. They also will talk during the movies. Trivia or opinions no one asked for. If you know about/are cool with the Ghostface thing they may make comments about how they would have done it better or things they want to try. If you don’t know, they may still use it as an opportunity to gauge your opinions on things. “So, (Y/N) what would you do if someone you knew was a killer? Purely hypothetical.”

Shockingly, Billy “Was watching the Exorcist and thought of you” Loomis and Stu “I wanna see Jamie Lee’s breasts!” Macher are not the most eloquent of lovers. A heartfelt love poem and saying you like someone’s ass are pretty much the same right??? I’m exaggerating…mostly. Stu likes to tell you cheesier pick-up lines and shitty puns he picked up from god-knows-where. Billy’s verbal affection is rarer and pretty different. While he does drop a flirty comment or two fairly regularly. He also tends to say these Bonnie and Clyde-esque proclamations. “We’re gonna go down and history.” “It’s just us three…the world won’t know what hit it.” It’s pretty over the top but the guy learned it from watching movies.

((This one is maybe too dark??? Feel free to just skip if you don’t feel like being a killer. Just seemed in character.

While originally it was just Billy and Stu time, if you find out about Ghostface and for whatever reason want to help, they’ll try and find ways to include you. Three heads are better than one I guess and while Billy ad Stu together were certainly a force to be reckoned with, with you they’re unstoppable. Not to mention they think you look pretty hot with blood on you right after a kill. 

[mskinkyafro]

For You ( Aubrey x MC)

A/N: Hey! I’m finally back with an Aubrey fic! It took me a minute since this is inspired by the latest chapter. Y’all know I have to rewrite that discussion that MC and Aubrey had. Our man would never stay out of this. He would stand by his woman. Anyway, this is a quick fic on how it should’ve went or imagined how it should between Viola and Aubrey. Some dialogue taken from the chapter is used in this fic also and some of it is altered. 

Summary: After much convincing from Viola, Aubrey agrees to help. 

All Rights to PB to characters, location, etc.  Viola Porchia is mine. 

Rating: PG. A few kisses here and there and that’s it. One tiny innuendo (if any tbh)

After spending their lunch together Aubrey and Viola walk from his car toward her trailer. As they step side by side he reaches to intwine her hand into his and squeezes it softly as they close the distance toward her dressing room. He looks from their hands to her eyes and catches her smile shyly before she leans her head on his shoulder as they continue to walk. He felt his heart flutter and he couldn’t help but feel content. 

“You know out of not being able to speak or see you,this is what I miss the most. Just being able to see your beautiful smile.”

“Aubrey...you’re making me blush. I’m starting to believe you’re goal is to make me turn red at every chance you get.” Viola says as her cheeks flush but her smile brighter than ever.

Viola removes her head from his shoulder as they reach her trailer. He holds the door open as she enters and closes it once there both in and he immediately pulls her back so that their bodies are inches from each other.

“My goal is to express how amazing you are. From your intelligence, your kindness, and to your bravery. The list goes on. I just don’t know how a guy like me got so lucky.

Wrapping her arms so that they circle around his neck, Viola  grins at Aubrey as she leans forward.

“I’ve been asking myself the same question.”

“I guess we really do fit together in every way.” he whispers, recalling his words from their conversation earlier.

He closes the gap between the two as he kisses her lips gently. Their lips move together until Viola breaks away first, her head resting underneath his chin.

Breathlessly she says.

“You got that right.”

Catching his own breath Aubrey looks down warmly at Viola.

“So am I forgiven?”

Viola pulls away and pretends to mull over what he just said.

“Hmm I think your missing two things, Mr. Watson.”

“Really? Enlighten me.”

“For one, you mentioned lots of kisses and well, after deliberation you fell a little short.”

“Well then, I’m more than happy to fix that.”

Smirking Aubrey leans and kisses her passionately and slowly. He lets one hands cup her cheek as the other tangles in her hair. As he kisses her intently and eagerly he feels as if he were a man stranded in a desert.  His thirst visible right then and there. His hunger for her lips increasing by each second. He removes his mouth from hers and lets it trail down her neck, pressing delicately kisses as he goes. 

“Mhmmm...Aubrey…” Viola trails off.

His mouth vibrates on her sensitive skin as he speaks.

“How am I looking now, Ms. Porchia?”

“Oooh! Hmm..much, much, much better.

Aubrey reluctantly removes his lips from Viola’s neck and smirks at her.

“Good. I’d do anything...”

He lets his fingertips trace up her neck and landing on her pouty lips before finishing his sentence.

“...to please you.”

He drops his hand and watches as he notices her shiver. Clearing her throat she manages to keep her slightly shaky voice from faltering anymore as it is. 

“Ahem, since you mentioned it. There’s still one last thing.” her playful tone tone fading slowly.

Confused for a moment as to what else there was to do, it clicked in his mind.

“Ahh. Yes, you’re right. Viola, I want to in person say I’m sorry. I had no right to get so upset, especially how hard of a day that was for you. I truly am sorry and hope you’ll forgive me.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that and appreciate everything you did today. If I’m being honest I couldn’t stay mad at you even if I tried. But there’s something I need to tell you. I need your help.”

“What’s up.”

“I found out that Carmichael is fraud. He’s a shady politician. ”

She continues into detail about everything she’s uncovered, her collaborative investigation activity this past weekend with Ellen. 

Shock was etched across his face. 

“Unbelievable!”

“I know. I was just surprised as you are. Unfortunately there’s more. It sees Charlie has a vested interest in Northbridge News. And he’s putting a lot of money in that vest pocket. I hate to tell you this but I followed him and Alec. I got them on film exchanging thousands of dollars” she says gravely. 

Shaking his head in angry manner he speaks. 

“This is horrible. We have to do something.”

“I’m glad you think so too. Luckily, I have a plan. I need you on our people, and telling everyone to keep rolling and the deviation from the script is fine.”

More confident with her plan she holds herself more proudly. 

“We’re going to let everyone know that he’s been bribing Oak Hills and Northbridge News for months.”

Aubrey listening intently falters at the thought of dragging the studio into this scandal. There’s so many people who work at the station, who depend on this job. 

He questions Viola quietly.

“You’re going to include the station in all of this.” 

He watches as her face morphs into a mixture of  confusion and shock. 

“I have to, don’t I? I can’t just tell half the truth.”

“Viola…the entire studio would shut down. It might even affect our ability to find new work, if this gets out.”

He can see the annoyance in her eyes 

“What do you mean, if this gets out?”

“Viola...hear me out. I’m not condoning any of this. Hell, I want to take both Carmichael and Alec down but I’m thinking of the big picture. This information will have an impact on everyone working at the studio.”

“Aubrey?! If Carmichael wins the election then more than just us will be impacted. More than the city of Northbridge, but the entire state!”

Aubrey steps closer and rests his hands on her arms. 

“I understand that. I’m not saying for us to not take action. I’m saying we should think carefully before we act. To make sure the studio won’t be harmed. I’m not talking about just our jobs. I’m talking about Tony, June, Maggie, and all the others. What will happen to them if we come out saying Northridge News is corrupt? This potentially has damaging effects to everyone and a vast majority is unaware that their livelihoods are at risk. We owe that to everyone who’s employed here to at least think of another way.”

He stares at her trying to decipher the cryptic expression on her face as she stands silently. Her voice breaks the still air softly. 

“Oh Aubrey, I think it’s too late for that. The election is just around the corner. I wish you’d stand with me. This is the most important thing I’ve ever done...and I expected you to be apart of it.”

She pushes his hands off her and walks to the other side of the dressing room. She wraps her arms around herself as she looks in the mirror. 

He deflate as she walks away from him. He hates disappointing her but he’s trying to be fair.  He wants to be able to protect everyone. But it seems that there’s a choice that has to be made. One or the other. He’s unsure what he’ll choose though. 

Still facing away from him Viola speaks.

“You know, somehow he figured out my father was in a coma. He knew I was too close and did the one thing he does best and there his money. He backed me in the corner. My father or my reporter’s integrity” 

She turns around to face him. She takes note of the tortured look in his blue eyes. 

“Both of those are dear to me. Yet, that asshole forced me to choose. So I chose my father’s health. Carmichael took care of the bill and that’s why I was throwing softball questions his way. I felt so horrible the entire time. Having to compromise my ethics as a journalist was the hardest thing I had to do.”

“Viola…”

She ignores him and continues on. 

“I felt so small and powerless. The same way those farmers feel. I can’t just stand aside and only worry about my needs. I did that and look where it got me. Men like Carmichael don’t deserve to be in office,the citizens of Northbridge deserve better. Yes, I thought about what this will cost. My dream, jobs, but it’s the right thing to do. “

“Please...Viola. Reconsider.”

“I did. Many times Aubrey. And every time I was compelled that this is the only way. When I think back to all that’s happened, I realized I’ve accomplished my dream and though it may die, that means I can have a new one. Aubrey, if we did lose our jobs you can go back to chasing your dream.”  

Aubrey shifts from foot to foot. 

“Viola, I’d love to. But I don’t think I could. I’m not ready nor-“

Viola walks back from across the room and places her hand firmly yet gently on the side of his face. 

“I know it’s scary to leave the security of a good thing. But maybe this is a sign to take the leap of faith. To follow your dreams.”

“I suppose you’re right but still I’m concerned-”

“You know this is the only way. Please say you’re with me. I can’t do this without you.”

He gazes into her hazel eyes and sees the desperation. That’s when the last of his resolve broke. He’s thoughts are everywhere but he knows deep down she’s right and he knows that no matter what, he’ll do anything for her. 

“If I have to choose between you and the studio…”

He wraps his arms around her waist so she’s pressed against him and staring deep within her eyes before planting a soft kiss on her lips. 

“I won’t stand in your way…”

With a dejected look Viola starts to pull out of his embrace but is tug back immediately into his arms. 

“...Because I’ll stand by your side.”

Relief floods her face and she excitedly grabs Aubrey by his shirt and kisses him deeply. He kisses her back equally with the same amount of effort and emotion. They pull away briefly before their foreheads pressed together as they smile sweetly at the other. They understand what’s at risk but as long as their together having each other’s backs, they know it’s worth it. 

Tagged: @cora-nova @rain18rain @lady-dianelewis @hellomynameisdevi @mrsmckenziesworld @snobreywatson @jlpplays1

If you would like to be tagged in more of this pairings fics, let me know!

[sunyoonandstars]

BTS Reaction 5: They unexpectedly get turned on by usual things you do/wear …

So, this series of reactions was honestly too much fun to write up and is based on the following request:

Thanks to whoever requested this! It turned out to be one of my favorite reactions I did so far! I hope y’all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it! 😁

Have fun!

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Scenario The boys find themselves to be turned on by you … well, simply doing what you do, being who you are …

fluff, smut

Word count 2.744

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1. Kim Seokjin / Jin

Seokjin is usually not one to quickly pick up on sexual innuendoes, first and foremost considering you to be cute, lovely and adorable. But as he now enters the kitchen after a long day of work and practice, he is simply breathless. For several reasons. First of all his beloved kitchen is a mess. Secondly, however, there you are, due to the heat outside dressed in not much more than a pair of tight shorts, an excuse of a shirt and his apron, biting your lip lost in thought and focused on the task before you. You’re so preoccupied with chopping vegetables, you don’t even notice him enter the kitchen and sneak up behind you. When you surprisingly back off the stove to evade hot squirts of bubbling tomato sauce, you bump right into Jin, involuntarily pressing your back against his body, eliciting a low chuckle from him. „Whoa, y/n, what are you trying to do here, hmm?“, he teases you. Your reddening cheeks burning, you instinctively attempt to retreat. „I’m sorry, Jinnie, I didn’t know you were there.“ „Yah, don’t apologize, y/n“, he sheepishly grins, tilting his head while leaning over your shoulder to get a better look at your flushed face, wrapping his long arms tightly around your waist, giving you no chance to escape. Your backside being pressed closely to Jin’s front, you can clearly feel his growing bulge. To your surprise. Suddenly not minding his body heat adding on to the already sweat-inducing heat and stuffy summer air, you lean back even further, resting your full body against him, Jin’s slender hands slowly finding their way underneath your apron as you sway your bodies to the rhythm of the soft R&B music running in the background. „This is actually kind of nice, don’t you think?“, Jin whispers into your hair before going on to place a tender kiss on the delicate skin of your neck right underneath your ear. „What do you think, y/n? Can dinner wait for a bit?“


2. Min Yoongi / Suga

„Yah, y/n“, Yoongi suddenly growls in a low voice, jolting you out of your daydream and leading you to avert your gaze from the view from the restaurant’s window your seated by and direct it at him instead, questioningly raising an eyebrow at Yoongi’s sudden change of tone. „You’re doing it again.“ His expression deadpan, he impatiently points his chin at you. „Doing what?“, you ask, honestly clueless as to what might have upset him. „You’re biting your lip again, y/n. I told you not to do that anymore. You know how it gets to me“, he mutters, his voice husky, lowered so the guests sitting close by won’t be able to listen in. „Are you doing this on purpose?“ „Whatever are you insinuating!?“, you scoff, making no effort to keep a low profile, not caring if people hear you, actually starting to enjoy the effect your effortless, even subconscious teasing has on Yoongi. Much to his chagrin. He does not look amused. At all. „You know I hate it when you do that, y/n.“ „What?“ „Tease me. Get me all worked up in public like this. You know very well what you’re doing to me right now“, he shakes his head, chin slightly protruding, his tongue making an appearance in the corner of his mouth. You know what that means. „I had no idea, seriously. That lip biting thing is something I do without even being aware of it. It’s a habit.“ „Even worse“, Yoongi simply mumbles, scowling at you from across the table. „And now you’re doing it again.“ Guiltily, you stop chewing on your already sore lower lip. „Well, this time it was your fault though“, you admit, swallowing hard, feeling your cheeks blush as an intense heat slowly but surely starts building up in your lower abdomen, the air in between the two of you literally sizzling with sexual tension by now. You’re unable to avert your eyes from Yoongi’s tongue now firmly placed in his cheek while just the hint of a smirk twists his slightly pursed lips.   „What can I get you?“, the unsuspecting waitress unexpectedly intrudes. „I believe we still need about ten more minutes, thank you“, Yoongi replies, his voice slightly hoarser than usual, without even sparing the server so much as a glance. She disappears with a polite nod. As soon as she has left, Yoongi leans over across the table, brusquely grabbing your hand, indicating you to abandon your seat and follow him. „I think we should go powder our pretty noses before she gets back, don’t you think, y/n?“

3. Jung Hoseok / J-Hope

You’re not doing much more than merely sit there by the window, unsuspecting, entirely immersed in the book cradled in your lap, your fingers absentmindedly twirling a strand of hair, oblivious to the fact that you are all the while being closely watched by your boyfriend. Suddenly, you feel Hoseok snuggle up to you, his arms subtly wrapping themselves around your waist from behind and his chin coming to a rest on your shoulder. Nevertheless, you remain engrossed in your reading, your eyes eagerly following the lines before you, not even once deviating from the pages to spare him so much as a glance. „Jagiya“, Hoseok whispers against your neck, gently nibbling at your earlobe, the sensation sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. A distant „Hmm“, however, is all his attempts at being a distraction can educe from you. „Jagiyaaaa“, he goes on to whine after a few more minutes, gradually losing patience when faced with your lack of reaction. „What, Hobi?“, you eventually sigh, still not raising your eyes. „This“, he moans into the crook of your neck, having brushed aside your hair and covering your skin with tender, increasingly urgent kisses, his lips slowly moving from your neck downwards until they reach the rim of your shirt. In order to clarify what he was referring to, he now moves in even closer, letting you feel his growing bulge pressed up against your backside. Accompanied by a surprised chuckle, an understanding „Oh“ now escapes you. „Yeah, oh“, Hoseok softly hums, his lips never once leaving your skin. Smiling, you finally put away your book and turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, leaning down to catch his mouth for a quick, sloppy kiss. He grins at your lips. „How’d that happen, hm?“, you ask, now turning around in his lap, your legs encircling his toned waist. „You were reading.“ „Oh, now me reading turns you on, too?“, you laugh in between kisses. „Yeah. Also, you were doing this thing with your hair. You know, that twirly thing that always makes me go …“ He finishes his sentence with a more urging kiss, skillfully slipping his tongue through your lips to meet yours. „Also, you just being you is turn on enough for me, y/n“, Hoseok breathlessly whispers, seemingly effortlessly getting up and lifting you onto his hips in one smooth movement. „Now, let's take this someplace our neighbors won’t see …“

4. Kim Namjoon / RM

„What? What is it, Joon?“, you inquire as you shed your jacket to place it on the backrest of your chair, confused by the sudden shift in Namjoon’s expression. Mouth agape, he simply stares at you - your chest, to be more precise - slightly tilting his head now, biting his lip. The intense look he’s giving you inspires a hot blush to slowly creep up your neck and tint your cheeks a rosy pink. „Joon, stop staring like that. You’re embarrassing me“, you hiss at him while you take a seat at your table in the back corner of a crowded bar. „What is it?“ His lips tightly pressed together, a roguish grin tugging at them nonetheless, Namjoon now meets your gaze, raising an eyebrow and pointing his protruding chin at the shirt you’re wearing. A plain white shirt. Nothing special at all.  „What about that shirt?“ „Who’s shirt is that?“, he answers your question with a question, a telling smile now revealing his compelling dimples, the sight of them once again, even after all this time, turning your knees to water. „I don’t know. I just grabbed it from the bed when you called me. Why?“ Confused, you look down at your top, for the first time actually paying attention to what you’re wearing. „Oh“, you sigh, understanding. „Yeah, right, that’s my shirt, y/n“, Namjoon smirks. „You know full well what you wearing my clothes in public like that does to me. How dare you?“ With burning cheeks, unable to hide the glow of excitement now coating your features, you simply shrug your shoulders, grinning knowingly as you watch Namjoon slowly walk around the table and towards you, the anticipation of his touch sending your heart racing. You can feel your arousal increase by the second, your surroundings, the stuffy air and chattering people filling the bar, the loud music, becoming inexistent the second Namjoon’s hot hands grab you by your waist and find their way onto your bare skin. „Y/n, you know what that means, right?“, he whispers into your ear as he pulls you close, his lips teasing you, barely even grazing your neck. „Your place or my place?“, you ask, leaning into his embrace, your skin tingling under his touch. „How about the car instead?“

5. Park Jimin

Smiling, Jimin watches you from the door. His eyes stay fixed on your figure — only dressed in his oversized shirt and boxers, your hair still messy due to last night’s activities, tied up in a loose bun — as you dance around the kitchen while preparing breakfast, apparently unaware of your audience of one, swaying your hips in time with the sensual beat of the R&B tune blaring from the loudspeakers you just recently had installed. Obviously, you’re loving them. And Jimin’s loving your dancing. A little too much, perhaps. He didn’t even notice his fond smile turn into a lustful lip bite or his erection slowly building up while he was keenly observing your intuitive moves. You’re still so immersed in blending what seems to be batter for pancakes, you don’t even notice Jimin coming up to you. An adorable squeal escapes you when he suddenly wraps his arms around you from behind. „Jimin-ah, you startled me“, you smile, turning your head to meet his lips in a quick kiss before you apply yourself to your cooking again, quickly easing into Jimin’s embrace, his body now swaying in sync with yours. „I’ll be done here soon, baby, you can go and lie back down, watch some TV or set the table. You really shouldn't feel obliged to keep me company. I’ll be fine by myself here.“ „But I won’t be, y/n“, he objects in a whiny voice, hugging you even more tightly now, putting his soft lips to the back of your neck covering it in kisses. „Can’t you tell, baby?“ You actually can now that you slightly shift in his embrace. Startled by the sensation of Jimin’s hard member pressing against your backside, you look at him over your shoulder, eyes wide, cheeks instantly flushed. „Well …“, you start out, your voice, however, surprisingly hoarse, drying up in mid-sentence. Unable to hold back an amused chuckle, you put down the mixing bowl so you can turn around in Jimin’s arms and face him. „What was it this time? My cooking? Seriously!?“ „No. Your dancing, y/n“, he whines, stealing kisses in between words. „What!?“, you gasp, incredulous. „It’s not even that good.“ „But far too sexy. So, since this is clearly your fault —“, Jimin mutters under his shallow breath, kissing you more roughly now, biting your lower lip before disconnecting your mouths as he lifts you on top of the kitchen counter. „— you better take responsibility for your actions.“

6. Kim Taehyung

„I’m here, Tae!“, you announce, smiling broadly as you enter the dorm. „Sorry, I’m late, baby. I was held up on my way here“, you call out, poking your head through the door to the living room where you find Taehyung sprawled out on the sofa, watching some anime he immediately turns off as soon as he becomes aware of your presence. „Don’t sweat it, y/n“, he mumbles as he gets up, breathing a deep sigh. „It’s still early and the weather is perfect. The sun even came out.“ Only now Taehyung turns around to look at you for the first time, his sweet boxy smile quickly turning into something else, indefinable, his expression obviously darkening. „You’re not wearing any makeup“, he states in his deep, low voice, licking his lips as he slowly approaches you, giving you that intense stare of his that, as he knows all too well, still weakens your knees just as it did the very first time he turned it towards you. „Yeah, so?“ „You’re not wearing any makeup“, Taehyung simply repeats that one, simple, seemingly meaningless sentence. However, he gives it a whole new sense, emphasizing each syllable as he lets them leisurely drip from his rosy lips caught in an impish, lopsided grin, relishing every single word, his voice lowered to a husky whisper now that he stands right before you, his head slightly tilted and the deep wells of his dark eyes peering right into your soul, stirring up unexpected feelings. „I know“, you respond, instinctively, involuntarily bringing your voice down to a whisper as well, uncertain as to how to react, unable to deny the clearly growing sexual tension as Taehyung now grabs you by your waist, pulling you against his body. „You’re far too beautiful for your own good, y/n, you know“, he whispers, his eyes still locked with yours, even now that he painfully slowly lowers his lips onto yours, stopping cold in his movements right before they touch, leaving you desperately longing for his kiss and the delicate skin of your lips tingling in anticipation. „I think the amusement park can wait for now“, Taehyung then smirks, grinding his lower body against yours so most certainly can most certainly follow his drift. „I’m actually afraid it has to.“

7. Jeon Jungkook

At first, Jungkook had thought it to be an incredible and enticing idea to work out with you. Now, however, his opinion on the said matter is undoubtedly changing. Drastically. „Yah! Y/n! Stop it, alright!?“ Startled by him suddenly raising his voice at you, you stop cold in the middle of a deep squat, pulling out your earphones as you turn around to look at Jungkook, one eyebrow raised questioningly. „What? Why!?“ „Just … stop, okay?“, he growls, his jaw clenched, stepping up to you from behind. „This really isn’t working for me, y/n.“ „What? Us exercising together? Why? Did I get in your way or something? You should have just said something, Kookie“, you say, shrugging, slowly straightening yourself, going on to stretch your back. „Well, I guess you could say you got in my way, kind of“, he mutters, teeth gritted, throwing an anxious glance over his shoulder at the rest of the members, crowded together and openly gaping at the two of you, apparently amused, giggling abashedly. „What’s so funny to them?“, you wonder aloud, pointing your chin at the six men huddled up to each other, whispering. „Did I do something wrong?“ „Not exactly. Let’s just go, okay. There’s something we need to take care of. In private.“ „What? I don’t —“ Giving you an impatient glare, Jungkook now takes your hand and leads it to his crotch, your fingers making contact with a clearly palpable erection through the thin fabric of his trunks. An understanding „Oh“ slips out of your mouth, followed by a hardly stifled chuckle. „Yeah, oh“, Jungkook repeats, his dark eyes, locked with yours now, burning with lust and frustration. „It’s those damn yoga pants of yours“, he whispers into your ear, his staring hyungs long forgotten, leaning in so close you can feel his hot breath against your skin, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. „And those squats. Damn, y/n, they’re killing me. Admit it, you did this on purpose, right? You knew exactly this would happen. You banked on it. Be honest.“ „Well …“, you grin, guiltily gnawing at your lower lip, an involuntary moan escaping you as Jungkook’s grip around your wrist suddenly tightens. „Bad, bad girl. Now come and take care of this.“

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The Roles We Play

Jensen x Reader, Misha 

Request By Anon: Hey I love your writing and I wanted to ask if you also write fics about the actors? If so can I request some JensenxReader based on the Con they were in Rome recently where jensen was so cute and drunk. the reader is a actor on the show and plays a love interest for dean and the fans also ship them both in real life. (let’s pretend Danneel doesn’t exist or is happy with someone else). Keep up the great work honey!!

A/N: This is my first Jensen fic, please keep that in mind. Also, for the purpose of this fic, Jensen is single, and Danneel is happy with someone else. No disrespect to the family. 

This was really hard for me to write, simply because I’ve never written Jensen before, hence why it’s so short. Hope it’s at least somewhat like what you were looking for. 

Even as a child, you loved to act. It was always this deep burning passion you inside of you. There were many shows you put on for family and friends in the garage, or at some events around town. It was who you were, and what you knew. Every night you dreamed that you’d make it big. You longed for the day when going to work meant you were going to set, or were hitting the red carpet instead of going to the same old crappy building you called a workplace. 

That day finally came. You somehow managed to snag a role on the infamous Supernatural . That news alone was enough to rock your world, but then you got the call. You were not only going to be returning to the show for more episodes, but you would also be playing the love interest to one Mr. Dean Winchester. 

The past year has been the best year of your life. The people who make this show possible have quickly become your favorite people in the world. From the actors you worked along side, to the crew, all the way down to the fans, and everyone in between. You never in all your life could have guessed that you would have felt this loved, or that you could have this much fun for a living. 

Once again, your expectations were blown straight out of the water. The level of fun you had on set was nothing compared to the shannanigans and hilarity that came when you started attending cons. It was like nothing you had ever experienced. These fans were more than fans, they were family, and they lit up your world with their love and support. Well that, and their insistence on shipping you and Jensen in real life.

Let’s face it. He is a very good looking man. And don’t even get you started on his heart. All of that is great, and you had maybe thought it once or twice, but the truth of it was, you had let that go. You dodn’t think about it often because you worked with him, and for god sakes he was Jensen freaking Ackles. Like how would that even happen. None the less, the fans were persistent. 

The question was always raised at pretty much every con, and you two had become experts in answering the question without answering it. It was nothing new, and it became second nature after a few times. That was until one night at a con in Rome. Jensen took his place beside Misha for the panel, and he was feeling pretty good if you catch my drift. The juice was kicking in. 

The usual questions had been asked, and the innuendos had begun. Everything went as it normally did, until it didn’t. A shy young girl stood up to ask her question. God she was so cute! “My question is for Jensen.” She giggled a little before continuing, “So we all know how Dean feels about Y/N’s character, and also know how close you and Y/N are, is there any chance we could see that grow into something more?” 

There was a whole new atmosphere in the room. Everyone seemed to be on the edge of their seat, including Misha. He was looking over at Jensen, excitedly waiting for his response. 

He paused for a moment, took in a deep breath, “Well see here’s the thing. I don’t know if it’s you, or the juice, but I can’t lie to you.” With that being said, I don’t know. Will it happen, who knows. Would I like it to happen... hell yeah.” 

The crowd burst into screams at his confession, and Misha looked satisfied. Meanwhile you were backstage, jaw on the floor. 

He continues to talk, “See, Y/N has always been really easy to talk to, right, and  when you have someone who get you, and gets your stupid jokes, and who you can just be ridiculous with, the chemistry is always going to be there, so I don’t know if that answers your question, but that’s the truth.”  

The girl giggled once more, “Thank you”. 

Misha beat Jensen to the punch, “No, thank you. You finally got him to spit it out.” 

Jensen just raised his eye brows, and shrugged his shoulders. “Hey it’s not like i could hide it forever, especially not with the roles we play.”

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Warmth

Rating: T Chapter(s): 1/1 Relationship(s): Gabriel Reyes/Jack Morrison Warnings: Innuendo, Grumps Words: 1,220 Additional Tags: Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Kissing, Cuddles, Post-Fall, Very Soft Old Men Summary: Gabriel is achy and tired and cold. Jack is a good husband and fixes this. A/N: Another oldie but goodie I never got to post here because I didn’t have here yet. Posting it because I’m still super fond of it and y’all just have to deal with me lol. Also see; GABE IS SUNSHINE AND THE HAPPIEST LITTLE SPOON. (ao3)

As far as shitty evenings went, this one was fairly high on Gabriel's list.

He barely managed to keep his knee from giving out as he limped down the hall, the desire to simply wraith the rest of the way only stopped by the knowledge it didn't actually alleviate the pain any. So he stubbornly endured, eyes fixed ahead as he moved. A combination of the wet chill in the air and some punk knocking it out from under him in a scuffle left his already bad joint swollen before they even got back to base. And he knew, by now, that no amount of Ana or Angela fretting over it would fix it either. So Gabriel had shooed them off before starting his trek.

He needed it propped up, iced (the agony), and left alone for a few hours if he hoped to be able to walk tomorrow. He also, for his own sanity, needed some damn peace and quiet. A heated blanket to go over his chilled bones, a cup of coffee, and a soft couch and he might consider speaking to someone.

Jack fell into step next to him halfway there, having lingered back to finish their report. Hooked Gabriel's arm over his shoulders and helped him take more weight off his bad knee.

“Stubborn.” he hissed under his breath. Gabriel pinched his side in retaliation and he cringed. “Couldn't wait 5 minutes, Sunshine?”

Gabriel grunted in reply, leaning hard on Jack's side. He felt Jack grip at his ribs, hip bumping his as he adjusted his hold on him.

“Want me to carry you?”

“Mmn.”

“C'mere.”

Jack paused, halting Gabriel with him, and fumbled for a moment—swapping sides and hooking his other arm under Gabriel's good knee before hefting him off the ground. It was awkward and ungainly and Gabriel hissed when Jack had to jostle him for a grip on his bad leg, grabbing his shoulders and heaving himself up to avoid bumping it, but it got him off his leg. And there was something all-together charming about the way Jack swayed toward their quarters, balance slightly off.

Gabriel hit the switch for the door lock, leaning out and causing Jack to wobble slightly before he promptly settled back closer to his chest. Tucked his face close to Jack's as the automatic lights flickered on, cutting harsher than the dim lighting from the hallway. Jack set him on the couch and held up one finger before disappearing into their room. Gabriel repositioned himself, leg propped on the couch, and waited.

When Jack returned he did so in sleep pants and a tshirt, Gabriel's sweats and a blanket tossed over one shoulder and a cold pack in the other. Gabriel narrowed his eyes at the ice and tucked himself into the couch cushions better.

“You have to bring the swelling down, you giant baby.” Jack said, catching his look. He set down the pack and blanket on the arm of the couch and held his arms out to Gabriel. “Here, hop up.”

“Hop is not a verb I'll be doing for the next few days.” Gabriel deadpanned, hobbling to his feet anyway, hands on Jack's shoulders.

With some effort they eased him out of his armor and clothing, down to his knee brace and boxers. Jack yanked his hoodie over his head unceremoniously and nudged him to sit down again. Went about tugging off his brace, knee already trying to swell out of it uncomfortably, and fitting the cold compress around it instead. More irritable grumbling ensued but he just shook his head and tried to hide a grin. Just helped Gabriel back to his feet when he was done and helped him awkwardly yank on his sweatpants and draped the blanket over him like a cape. Crouched slightly, arms hooked around Gabriel's thighs, and hefted him up into his arms when he felt hands grasp his shoulders.

“For someone who bitches about Ana and Angie 'fussing over you', you sure don't seem to mind this.” he remarked, chin propped on Gabriel's shoulder as he headed for bed. Gabriel just tucked himself in closer, arms looped around his neck. “You're just picky.” he teased.

“I could just be a masochist since all you do is sass me when I feel like shit, Morrison.”

Jack laughed and pressed his lips to Gabriel's neck, muttering apologies into the gesture. Gabriel grumbled fondly, gently pushing Jack's face against his throat, and felt him smile.

“I gotta put you down.” Jack mumbled. Gabriel huffed at him but slowly uncoiled his limbs as he got lowered onto the mattress. He pushed himself back toward the pillows, still favoring his knee, and made himself comfortable.

After he managed to wedge a pillow between his legs, elevating his iced knee, Jack plopped down beside him and squirmed in close. Gabriel tucked himself under his chin and felt lips press to the crown of his head, warm palms flat against his back as Jack settled in.

“Lucky you're warm or I'd kick you out—you smell like sweat.” he said. But he pressed his nose against Jack's collarbone anyway, hands tucked between their chests.

“Laundry day tomorrow, you'll live if we sleep dirty tonight.”

Gabriel barked out a laugh. “If I felt better,” he said, “you'd regret that phrasing.”

“Oh, I know. I'll live in fear of you remembering tomorrow.”

“Mm, will you?”

Gabriel leaned back and stole a kiss. Something lazy and barely-awake but full of warmth. Something to sink down into his bones and soften up the frost that felt like had built up there. Jack broke it only to press kisses along his jawline, nuzzling into his beard, and move down to his neck. He mouthed at Gabriel's throat with a playful growl. Gabriel chuckled faintly.

“You wanna fight?” he asked. Jack shook his head, still pressed against the gap between his neck and shoulder. “Then settle down.”

Jack sighed and shifted, setting his chin on Gabriel's head again. They settled into silence a moment and started inching toward dozing off. Gabriel listened to Jack breathing, slow and even against his chest, before squirming his hands down and tucking them under the hem of his shirt. Jack flinched, hissing, and Gabriel bit back a laugh.

“Cold hands. Stooop.”

Jack sucked his stomach in, Gabriel chasing it until he finally reached down and pulled them away. Leaning back, he cupped them in his own and held them to his mouth—puffing hot breath over them before letting Gabriel have them back. Instantly, he stuck them back under Jack's shirt.

He rolled his eyes. Said, “You're impossible.” but tucked Gabriel back against his chest, fingers running over the back of his head.

“You like it.” Gabriel mumbled, half-yawn.

“Well,” Jack said, pressing another kiss to the top of his head, “not so much the cold hands. I'll deal since it comes with the rest of you, though. It's a small price to pay.”

Gabriel sighed contently, sleep tugging at the corners of his mind, and snuggled in closer. Felt Jack squeeze his shoulders and tuck his feet between his, impossibly toasty against his frozen toes. Nice and warm and safe. He barely noticed the dull pulse in his knee by this point.

On second thought, maybe the day could have been worse...

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Life in Japan: Weekly Update 2

Hey y’all! I’m back a little more than a week later after the first weekly update! Someone gave me a like, and someone reblogged me, and someone told me this week that they read my blog (because I shared it on Facebook) and that it was, and I quote, “pretty good.” 

I think I’m a celebrity now.

Anyway, this week was a little bit busier than normal. I wasn’t able to take ONE desk nap, and you know that is strange for me. Our school English club was preparing for a prefectural debate tournament so, naturally, I got roped into doing a bunch of research for them and editing their writing. I finally forced them to start putting all of their work into one google document after finally losing my mind from all the scattered papers that they were giving me. Most shockingly, none of my students (who are juniors) had personal email addresses that I could send the google doc link to... Which shocked me because I was already messaging strangers on the internet and living on MySpace by the time I was in junior high school.

LMAO Japan

This week’s funny Japan moment is a Japanese manga that a friend lent to me a few months ago and I finally got around to opening and it is hilarious. It’s called Junjo Ito’s Cat Diary starring Yon and Mu, and it is the greatest thing ever.

The manga artist is more famous for other horror manga, and a lot of his drawings have a horrific element, but the story is about Junjo and his crazy cat-obsessed wife getting into a new house. Almost immediately upon moving in, his wife gets an eerie look in her eye and begins asking her husband whether or not he’s a cat or dog person. He nervously replies that he’s more of a hamster person, and two days later his sparkling new house is completely covered in plastic wrap to prevent scratching and the news that his wife’s demonic childhood cat will be coming to live with them, along with a fluffy kitten she adopted to keep him company. Although he initially resents the cats, even to the point of fearing them, he then starts to grow fond of them and even competes with his wife for their attention.

If you can find an English translation, I thoroughly recommend it. The Japanese in it is actually simple enough to catch the gist of the humor, if you’re feeling adventurous. It definitely has that WTF element of a lot of Japanese stories that has become so dear to Japanophiles around the world. 

Being Cultured and Stuff

On Friday, I was reminded that I reserved a ticket to an English-accessible Kabuki production a few months ago, and I fortunately hadn’t fucked it up with any other plans and was able to go! I took an 1.5 hour train to the national theatre in Tokyo, and got whisked away into the magic of Kabuki.

The production was called “Kenuki” or “The Tweezers,” and was prefaced with an English explanation of the art, sound and tradition of Kabuki. The main thing you need to know is that Kabuki features a male-only cast (meaning all women parts are played by men), is generally based on stories hundreds of years ago, has super dramatic speaking that even Japanese people have difficulty understanding, and has really cool music and live sound effects.

The best part of this production was a small scene in which the hero of the story tries to seduce one of the adult sons of the household under the pretense of teaching him how to mount a horse, with lots of ridiculous innuendo ensuing. After being rejected for being a super creeper, the hero then tries to seduce one of the maids of the house (who is being played by a man), and is again rejected. After both rejections, the hero apologizes to the audience for being such a fuck-up and the story moves on as though nothing happened... It was obviously hilarious.

On a sidenote, it illustrates the fact that it wasn’t uncommon for samurai to have romantic and even sexual relationships with other men hundreds of years ago. I mean, we can’t say that they were gay because it’s not like boy samurai moved in together and had brunch on Sundays and went to pride parades, but we can say that human sexuality has historically been just as varied as it is today! Isn’t that FUN?!

How I Cope

I’m renaming this segment, but it is essentially the same thing as before. Living abroad is fun, exciting and wonderful, but it can also be super stressful and it’s easy to get homesick! This week, I have two things that helped me relax. First was the fifth season of Orange is the New Black. Netflix is available in Japan, and it is so nice to binge on American TV shows while occasionally checking out various obscure anime that aren’t available in the US. I remember I watched all of Friends during my first round of the winter blues last year, and Orange is the New Black has also been a great comfort.

The new season is also just REALLY GOOD. I won’t spoil anything, but the pace and general playfulness of this season is really fun. I do have some confusion regarding time during the season, considering that it’s over the course of a few days and food runs out really quickly, and the inmates are constructing super elaborate things in a matter of a few hours, when basically all I would be doing is lying around moaning for sustenance. But, whatever, it’s a TV show.

Next is IKEBANA!

This is my fifth ikebana project I’ve done at my school’s ikebana club! They made me an honorary member and even included me in their club photo! It has been really fun being more of a committed member to the club, and it’s really low stress because they only meet once or twice a month. 

This one didn’t turn out as great as I had originally hoped, especially now that I’m eyeing the photo more critically while typing this article, but whatever. It was relaxing and I’m slowly gaining more independence. I’m actually really interested in bringing ikebana skills back home and maybe volunteering at Japanese culture fairs or something, but I will need a lot more practice. Ganbarimasu (I’ll do my best!)

See you next week! Until then, stay cultured!

Also, check out my YouTube channel if you’d like to go prematurely blind:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCHDCHOziuCAPpbb3hdgapNg

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Making Friends

A/N: So you guys may or may not be aware at the fact that I’m pretty nervous when it comes to being social. I’m a super shy introvert and Tumblr has helped me be a bit more open and outgoing, but it’s a struggle in my personal life to try to experience new things and people. Things have improved slowly over the years, but I’m still a work in progress. I was feeling kind of down about it recently so I decided to write myself into a fic and have Negan comfort me through my shit. To be honest it feels really good. Anyways, even though it’s a self insert fic I hope y’all enjoy and I guess you’ll learn something new about your friendly neighborhood trash queen.

Words: 2066

Warnings: Everyone can’t stop swearing, also sexual innuendos. But mostly self-indulgent fluff.

Nervously, I shifted my weight between my two legs as I stood here. My fingers twirled around the curled ringlets of my hair, brushing the hair against my cheek in small circles so the softness could distract me from the mix of emotions in my brain. Scared, frustrated, anxious, and everything in between is what I felt when I stared out at an occupied picnic table in the courtyard of Sanctuary.

Social interactions had never been my forte, not even before the walkers came around. I had friends, of course, but besides my high school friends I could barely interact well enough to make a lasting impression on anyone for them to want to be friends with me. “Oh, you’ll make friends in college,” they all said, but all I’d made was a bunch of acquaintances and was probably known as that girl who sat near people and laughed at jokes that weren’t even directed at her. I was alone for quite a while before I was taken in by Negan and his Saviors, and the cycle of not knowing how to make friends started all over again.

And Negan, my dearest husband, noticed from a mile away how inept I was at the whole socialization thing. Hell, the only reason I’m together with him is because he was persistent in getting to know me and I eventually let him. He invited me tonight to hang out with him, Simon, Dwight, and Arat while they drank and kicked back in the courtyard. He told me this would “help get me out of my fucking shell.” I didn’t need to get out of my shell, thank you very much. I had Negan, I had my books, and I had the cafeteria for when I got hungry. I was all set.

I nearly shrieked and jumped out of my skin when a hand slapped down on my shoulder, pulling me closer to a familiar leather jacket clad chest. With one hand pressed to my heart, I slapped my other hand on Negan’s chest while he tilted his head back and laughed. “Don’t. Do. That!” I panted, trying to catch my breath.

“I can’t help it sweetheart, you’re just so damn skittish. It’s fucking cute,” he said, pressing my body closer to his.

“It’s not fucking cute, it’s a fucking heart attack waiting to happen!” I said, pouting while I pried myself from his grip. “Do I have to do this?”

“I want you to, doll. I hate seeing you all cooped up in the parlor with only the wives to talk to. Though you don’t talk to them as much as you fucking listen to them,” he said.

“They want someone to listen to them. They don’t care what I think,” I said, my fingers twirling around my hair again.

Negan took my hand and moved it back to my side, gripping it in mine when he said, “I care what you think. And I’m fairly fucking certain that they’ll care what you think.” He gestured his head over to the table where the three were waiting. “I think they’ll give you a better fucking conversation than ‘Did you see what Jessie from commissary was wearing? Oh em gee those boots didn’t even match her scarf!’”

I snorted and looked down at my shoes, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up my cheeks. “Alright, alright, fine. Just don’t say “oh em gee” ever again.”

“Why, am I fucking embarrassing you?” he asked, grinning at me. “Sweetheart, you don’t even know what embarrassment is. I mean, I could call myself “Daddy” and tell them all about the night before…”

“Shut the fuck up! Don’t you dare!” I hissed at him as he led me closer to the table, my heartbeat pounding in my chest with every step.

After what felt like ages, we arrived at the table. All three of the saviors were looking up at us, and all I wanted to do was hide myself behind Negan like a fucking child. The only thing that kept me there was his arm around my waist, giving my hip a reassuring squeeze with his hand.

“Well good fucking evening,” Negan said, smiling at his top men (and woman). “I’m sure you all know my lovely wife, Charlotte. She’s going to be fucking joining us tonight.”

“Hey,” I managed to squeak out as I gave a half-hearted wave. Simon gave me a grin, Dwight held his hand up in greeting, and Arat muttered a “hi” under her breath. Tough crowd.

Negan gestured for me to sit down, and I slipped into the empty spot on the bench next to Arat. I was about to scoot over to make room for Negan when Simon cleared his throat and gestured towards his leader.

“Now, not to say your memory’s going or anything, but I think you forgot the most important part of this whole meeting,” Simon said. “The beer.”

“Fuck, that’s right!” Negan exclaimed, putting a hand on his hip as he shook his head. “I completely forgot that I was the one who was fucking treating everyone tonight. I’ll be back in a few minutes, though I’m sure you can all talk amongst yourselves about whatever the fuck while I’m gone, right?”

My blood stops cold as I realize what Negan’s doing. He leans down to my ear and whispers so that only I can hear, “If I don’t hear a bit of lively conversation by the time I get back, you’re not getting any hanky-panky tonight.”

And with that, the bastard walked away. That asshole! I guess he’s a believer in the “sink or swim” method of teaching. Fuck him. I can’t believe this shit. And what was he doing withholding sex from me, shouldn’t it be the other way around after all the shit he’s put me through tonight?!

All four of us sat in awkward silence. Arat was staring out at the walkers by the fence while Dwight took a cigarette out of his shirt pocket and lit up. The only one who seemed like he would be willing to talk was Simon, but at the moment he was asking Dwight for a drag of the cigarette.

If there was one thing I hated more than coming up with conversation starters, it was awkward silences. Apparently no one was interested in talking until they had a beer in them. This was dangerous territory. My hands fiddled with the hole in my jeans as I kept my eyes down so I could avoid any stray eye contact. But it didn’t help because it was still too damn quiet.

My curiosity getting the better of me, I raised my head so I could see what my surroundings looked like. Simon was looking straight at me, one hand cupping his chin as he leaned forward slightly in his seat. My fingers gripped my knees tightly. What the fuck did he want!? Was he going to say something? Was he just looking at me just because I was new? Or because he knew I was weak as hell and wanted to stare me down for shits and giggles?

If he was about to say something to me, I didn’t give him the chance. It was too nerve-wracking, so I had to spit out the first thing on my mind just to bring down the intensity of this supposedly causal get together.

“I like your mustache!” I blurted out, catching Simon off guard as his eyebrows raised in shock. Arat turned to look in my direction, and Dwight took another drag as he stared at me through his furrowed brow. “It, uh, fits your face… or whatever,” I sputtered, trying to make myself sound less like an idiot and failing.

I contemplated running back to Sanctuary and hiding in the parlor right now. I don’t get far on that thought, because Simon’s mouth began to crack into a smile as he chuckled. “Well thank you Charlotte, it’s nice to get complemented for once around here,” he said before turning to Arat. “Why the fuck don’t you complement me on my mustache, huh?”

Arat’s lips curled into a wicked smirk. “I’m sorry Simon, I didn’t know I was hurting your feelings. I appreciate the work you put into your mustache, you’re really dedicated to the whole Ron Jeremy pornstache look,” she said.

Dwight leaned back in his seat and cackled, slamming his palm into the table and shaking his head. I laughed too, watching as Simon’s smile turned into a pout. Simon turned to me and said, “Please tell me you didn’t get that reference. You’re too young and innocent to know who Ron Jeremy is.”

“Kinda hard not to know when all the boys in my sixth grade class ‘discovered’ him,” I chuckled, ignoring the “innocent” comment. That was a whole other can of worms that I wasn’t willing to open.

Simon elbowed the still laughing Dwight in the ribs. “It wasn’t that fucking funny. And like you have room to talk, what the fuck kind of scraggly shit are you growing on your face?” he asked, plucking the cigarette out of Dwight’s hand to take another drag.

“Oh, fuck off,” Dwight giggled, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Goatees will always look better than your stupid fucking mustache.”

Arat nudges my arm with her elbow and leans towards me. “He sounds like a supervillain or something right now. How much you want to bet he’ll twirl his mustache and laugh maniacally?”

Before Dwight could retort back, a small case of beer was placed in the middle of the table. I looked up and was met with Negan’s grinning face as he sat on the other side of me.

“Finally, I was about to rip this one’s head off,” Simon chuckled, nodding in Dwight’s direction as he took a beer for himself. “Gin would really hit the spot though.”

“If you want that shit, you fucking find it yourself,” Negan said, rolling his eyes as he slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me against him. “So, what’d I miss?”

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After the surprisingly nice evening with Negan’s crew, I was actually feeling rather good. I hadn’t drunk as much as anyone else at the table, partially because beer is too bitter to me, but I still felt like I was included. It was nice.

“Well?” Negan asked, closing his bedroom door behind him. “Did you make some new fucking friends?”

“It was only one night,” I said, stepping out of my boots and pulling the jeans off of my legs. “I think I need to spend more time with someone to actually make friends.”

Negan smirked, standing beside me as I slipped on the sweatpants that he kept for when I stayed in his room. “Sweetheart, please. Why don’t we forget the pants and make some friction, if you know what I mean?” he asked, fingers trailing up my sides.

“I’m still mad at you,” I said, turning around and crossing my arms.

“Oh come on, you fucking managed just fine!” Negan whined. “You were a regular social butterfly out there.”

I frowned, looking up at him. “Oh alright. I suppose you can cuddle me. But only cuddling.”

Negan cocked his eyebrow. “How about sex in the morning?”

I sighed. “Fine.”

Negan smiled and bent down to press his lips on mine, the taste of beer still lingering there. He whispered against my lips, “I’ll make sure to get you up bright and early. Wouldn’t want to miss valuable fucking time to fuck, now would we?”

I rolled my eyes and crawled into bed, setting my glasses on the bedside table. I sighed as soon as my head hit the pillow. Negan wasn’t far behind, as he was usually quicker to strip than I was anyways. I moaned softly as Negan’s arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me against his chest. My hand brushed against his, and he entwined his fingers in mine.

His head was buried in my mess of hair as he found my neck and pressed a tender kiss to it. “I’m so fucking proud of you, you know that?” he asked.

I felt myself starting to blush. Snuggling closer to his body, I let out a contented sigh. “I do now,” I said, smiling and relaxing in his arms as I finally began to fall asleep.

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