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Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

Pairings: Photography Student! Shuji Hanma X Dance Major! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️) Content: Drama, lots of denial, angst, sneaky link, lots of cheating, mutual pining, unserious Shuji, controlling parents, forced relationships, romance, fighting, porn with a good plot vibes, intense sexual tension, etc (just find out the rest lol)

w.c: 5k💠 Released: Jan 5, 2024

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4; MISTAKES 错误

3 Days Later Monday

"-What do you think about that?"

Your professor Janette, who happens to be your favorite and previous dance teacher from when you were a little girl, calls you out of your thoughts.

"To be honest...I think I'm tired of thinking." You huff, leaning your head onto your hand propped up by your elbow on the desk.

"You? Tired of thinking?! Something's going on." She says in faux shock.

"I hope nothing else goes on." You grumble under your breath, but still loud enough for her to here.

"Wanna talk about it?" She suggests with a concerned brow.

"Ugh, I don't even know where to start! So obviously homecoming was last week, and the performance was great and all, but afterwards...it's afterwards where everything fell apart. I was supposed to be going to an after party with Ken, and first of all he ditched me to go with his boys instead; he was supposed to be my ride! I ended up having to get an Uber and then when I get there the first thing I see is some girl kissing my boyfriend!"

She gasps, hovering her mouth over her hands, eyes wide as saucers.

"Exactly! Exactly! But wait, it gets worse. So, I obviously confronted him and he's all trynna play it off like "Oh I didn't know she was gonna kiss me" on some it's not a big deal typ'a time. Then I just got upset and I kinda left and just sat out in the back near the pool by myself. But little did I know, I actually wasn't by myself, and there's some super fine, random guy just there. So...long story short, I ended up also kissing this guy and...some other..particular..things." By the end of your rant you're looking up at your professor with anxious, glossy eyes, fiddling with your hands in your lap.

She's absolutely speechless, just sitting there processing everything you said.

"You both need to talk; immediately. I think you two need to just sit down with nobody else around, and just lay everything out. Clearly there's some..disconnects here, so the sooner you both talk and are honest with each other, the easier it'll be to move forward." She explains in a sincere, almost motherly tone.

You huff, groaning as you run your hand over your face. "Well the thing is we talked the next day, and it didn't really go well..."

Flashback

"I heard you were in some guy's car last night outside the party. Anything you wanna tell me about that?" Ken's voice is stern and low, looking you dead in the eyes as he spoke. The two of you are sat in his dorm suite, the both of you across from each other at the coffee table in his 'living room' area.

You were practically shaking like a maraca, trying to think fast before he gets even more suspicious of you. "I was just lookin' at the pictures he took from the halftime show. He's one of the student photographers." You explain with as calm a tone as possible.

"That better be it." He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back in his chair across from you.

"Why are you suspicious of me cheating when you're the one that actually got caught kissing someone else?!" Your brows furrow, a heavy ton of sass dripping from your words.

"Watch it." He warns, narrowing his eyes.

"Watch what exactly, Ken?" You match his energy perfectly, attitude skyrocketing as you go from nervous to angry.

"That mouth. You always talk crazy when you get angry." He grits out, jaw clenching tightly. You weren't phased, not even a little.

"No, I don't talk crazy when I'm angry. There's nothin' crazy about anything I just said! The only thing crazy is how you thought you were doin' something interrogating me when you're not even in the clear your own damn self! So before you try to come at me talkin' bout "watch it", you need to watch yourself first. I already caught your ass once." You snap, making sure he really saw the anger in your eyes before you got up from the chair, grabbing your tote bag and heading out of his dorm suite.

End Flashback

"Ah, I see. Maybe it was a little too soon to have that conversation. There's still some emotions hovering around the situation. Maybe just give it some time, think about what you wanna say, and more importantly what you wanna do moving forward with the relationship. To me, it seems like there's a slight rift right now between you two." Janette says, her tone soft and comforting like a parent. She is a parent, of two grown kids.

"A slight rift? There's always been a rift, and it's never been slight. You know our relationship has never been genuine; it's our parents that want us to be together." You sigh. "To be honest we were better as friends." You add somberly.

"I remember, but you're twenty years old now, an adult! It's about time for you to make a decision on your own about your relationships. If you want to be with Ryuguji then be with him, but if you don't you should make it known as soon as possible." She urges.

"I don't know what I want right now, though! Like I said before, I'm..just too tired to think." You huff, a defeated tone in your voice.

"Well, let's change the subject! You're gonna be auditioning for "The Gypsy", yes?"

"Ohh...I uhhh..." You say playfully, acting like you were hesitant about it.

"Riiiight?" Janette raises a brow, leaning in towards the desk.

"I will, I will, and I'll shoot for lead too; I already knew you were gonna ask that." You chuckle, waving her off playfully.

"Perfect! I know you'll get the lead for sure. You're one of the best dancers we have at this school, and I'm not just saying that. It's true."

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2 days Later

Almost a week. It's been almost a full week and you're so exhausted. The unrealistic hopes that what happened between you and Hanma going away within a few days after was now long gone.

You felt utterly defeated, your mind betraying you any chance it could get.

It's the flashbacks. The damn flashbacks were killing you, along with your good for nothing imagination. You knew this would happen, and of course Hanma had warned you himself that it would happen, you just wanted to believe you could endure. Believe you could force it away over time.

But then, in moments like these when you're back in your dorm suite after a full day of classes and practice, a part of you fights back, not wanting to forget. For a moment, you actually go and give your mind the freedom to wander, stripping out of your regular clothes and into your pajamas, laying on your back on your bed. You wonder what it would've been like if you two hadn't stopped, dangerous scenarios popping up after the thought. Your hands roam all over your body, breathing turning heavy as you envision his piercing eyes gazing into yours from on top of you.

No no no! Stop!

The little angel on your left shoulder yells, forcing your body to freeze. This is so extremely wrong, but uuugh, the way he made your legs shake! Hesitantly your hands continue, shakily playing with your hardened nipples. You want him so bad, almost need him. The pain of never having found out what his dick feels like inside you was overwhelming.

You really wanna know! It's points like this where you just wanna text him "please come over" so you two can finish what you started. You remove your hands, clenching your thighs together as you facepalm.

"Gosh, I'm such a freakin' mess." You whisper.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed on the pillow next to you. With a long, dramatic groan you flip over onto your side, grabbing your phone while reading the new notification.

Shuji Hey doll You free to shoot tomorrow?

Your heart thumps anxiously in your chest as you reread the messages. Tomorrow?! That's so soon! You hesitate, thumbs hovering over the glowing keyboard on your phone. Is it really a good idea to do this? The whole forgetting about what happened thing has proven to be a complete failure, and you definitely didn't forget that this shoot is supposed to be with you half naked.

At the same time though, wasn't this supposed to be about helping a fellow creative student? A collaboration? Maybe a more professional setting will make it better; much easier to be around him. You've already agreed what happened homecoming night was just a one time thing, so it shouldn't be an issue...ideally.

Finally, you decide to text him back after a good three whole minutes.

Y/N Yeah Tomorrow's fine

Shuji Perfect I'll pick you up at 6

Y/N Ok bet

Your heart pounds anxiously in your chest as you lazily throw your phone back on the pillows next to you.

"Tomorrow's gonna be a long ass day." You murmur to yourself. Then, as if it's just one thing after the next, a few heavy knocks sound from your door. "Heeey babe, it's me!" Ken calls from the other side. You mutter a low "shit", Gathering yourself up out of bed and over to the door outside your bedroom.

"Hey Kenny." You smile softly, stepping aside to welcome him inside. You'd forgotten he'd said he wanted to come over later today. The two of you head over into your bedroom.

"Baaaabe! You already goin' ta sleep?" He asks weirdly, wrapping his arms around your waist for a hug.

"Not really, I'm just tired from today. What's goin' on?" Your brows furrow a bit in confusion but you brush it off, patting his back a bit.

"Nothin', just wanted ta come see my girl. 'S like we haven't talked in forever." He says, leaning forward a bit wobbly and brushing his lips onto your forehead.

"Well..we haven't talked in a while." You look to the side, pulling away and sitting down on the edge of your bed. Ken follows after you like a stray puppy, sitting next to you on your bed.

"I didn't mean'ta act like that the other day, sweetie. I just-...I was real mad. I don't wan' some other guy ta come steal you 'way from me." He explains, slightly slurring his words as he spoke.

You pause, looking him up and down suspiciously for a second before continuing. Since when does he call you sweetie?

"Uhh, it's fine Ken, that's over now." You reply tiredly with a simple shrug, brows slightly furrowed.

"You're so different now! Wha happened, you-..you don' love me no more? Have you ever even loved me?" He whines, pouting like a child.

"Are-are you drunk?!" You suddenly ask, finally connecting the dots. He's so touchy, and he's not talking normally at all.

"Jus' a lil crossed; 's fine." He shrugs lazily, leaning his head down on your shoulder.

"It's fine?! You said being intoxicated was a special occasion thing for you! Since when do you get crossed this much?!" Your brows furrow in bewilderment, pushing away from him.

"Babyyyy, I ain't come here to get bitched at." He groans, rolling his eyes yet he leans in towards you anyways, attempting to kiss on your neck. You scoff, mouth dropped in shock at his choice of words.

"Uh uh no, I'm not doing this. You need to get out." You shake your head, pushing him away from you and heading to your door.

"The fuck is your pro'lem?! I jus' got here!" He scrunches his face up in annoyance.

"Ok?! And now you're gonna just leave!" You argue, pointing out the door. "Get outta my room, Ken! I'm not about to sit here and deal with you like this. This is ridiculous!"

Shocked couldn't even begin to clear up how you were feeling. Ever since Homecoming night you swear Ken's swapped bodies with someone else. Before, he would rarely drink, and now all of a sudden he's getting crossed, and on a week day at that! As an athlete he can't be playing around with stuff like this, it can get real complicated real fast.

"The only thing ridiculous is you! You think you're sooo better than me-

"What?!" You throw your hands up in bewilderment.

"You walk 'round here like you're better than everyone; better than me! I know you wish you could leave me, 'cause...y'think I don' deserve you." He says bitterly. "You'd run faaaar 'way, soon as you get a chance!"

You blink a few times, taking in what he just said. How's that little saying go? A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts? You weren't an idiot, you knew full well that's how he really felt. It was just a shock to hear he feels like you think you're somehow better than him. Better than him at what exactly?

"I'm only gon' tell you one more time, Ken. Get..out." You grit angrily, pointing once more out the bedroom door.

"There you go again, being the 'boss girl', tellin' me what to do." He rolls his eyes, leaning back against the wall your bed is up against.

You huff angrily, trying to keep your composure and aggressively slam your door shut. You walk over to the nightstand by your bed and pick up your phone. He wants to act up, then you got somethin' for him.

8 Minutes Later

A knock on your door finally gives you that sense of relief you were waiting for. After Ken refused to leave, you went and whipped out your big guns. Your best friend Keisuke Baji. You lead him to your bedroom, opening the door to reveal Ken sitting there on your bed still, mumbling about what the hell ever.

"Please get him. Before I kill him and go to jail." You huff, pointing at your boyfriend.

"Shit, I don't know if I'll be any better." He responds with a shrug as he walks in your room.

"Who the fuck is this?! You cheatin' on me?!" Ken outbursts, fists balled as he finally gets up from the bed. Well...that's a start.

"Get your ass outta her room, Ryuguji." Kei says sternly.

"You're not talkin' to me..." He shakes his head, stepping up close to Kei. You watch, getting a bit nervous as Kei's jaw clenches tightly, looking over at you as if asking for permission for something.

"Ken, he's just here to help get you out of my room. I already asked you to leave like a hundred-

"You fuckin' my girl, lil bitch?" Ken completely ignores you, rudely shoving Keisuke with as much aggression as he could muster.

"Ok", Kei nods slowly with a dry chuckle, "And see, I was gonna be nice."

"Y'all, do not fight in my room!" You warn annoyedly. This is really turning into a mess for absolutely no reason. You weren't trying to call your friend here to get him into a fight, he was just supposed to help as backup. You should've known though, Keisuke ain't the type to just let somebody talk or act any kind of way towards him, or you for that matter.

Out of nowhere, Keisuke throws a punch right to Ken's face, making you gasp and hover your hands over your mouth.

And that was it, the fight officially started.

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It took about five minutes for them to finally cut it out, and for Ken to get the hell out of your room, of course not without yells and curses at you for cheating on him and whatever the hell other accusations he threw towards you. You asked for Keisuke to stay with you for a bit, as you just wanted someone to talk to. So he obliged of course, sitting with you at the edge of your bed.

"What the hell is goin' on with you guys? You got a lot to fill me in on; I already didn't see you at the Homecoming party at all. What's happening?" He questions, brows furrowing.

You sigh, the kind of sigh where it sounds like you've been carrying the weight of the world on your back.

You tell him everything, well, not everything but just enough. From losing your anklet to Ken leaving you, to Ms. Butterfly Tattoo, all of it.

"Damn. All that happened that one night? And this is how he's been ever since?" He furrows his brows, scratching his head as he processes your story.

"Yup. I'm starting to think he's probably been getting himself mixed up with getting crossed more often than he let's on, because he was talking about it at the party like it was just any other thing along with tonight when he came over." You explain.

"You know what? He's getting crossed more because he's starting to lose his shit. That's why he feels like you think you're better than him. You don't fold under pressure like a bitch, getting drunk or high to ignore it all the time. You know what you want and you're always going after it no matter what, but Ryuguji? He's a fuckin' mess and he knows it. Let's be real, he's only playing football because his dad wants him to; he's the damn coach!" He rants.

"Yeah...about that, his dad I mean, there's something I've never told you about me and Ken..." You trail off nervously.

"What?" He says barely above a whisper.

"Well, the only reason me and Ken are even together...is because our parents are making us date each other. They thought it was the perfect plan-

"The popular quarter back with the popular dancer." He nods slowly, connecting the dots.

"Exactly, and you already know my mom's 'part of the administration of the school. It's the perfect topic of conversation amongst her and those...bougie folk she mingles with at meetings and events." You roll your eyes bitterly.

"So...you've never actually loved him?" Kei asks, raising a brow.

"I-..I mean we were kinda friends way back before we dated; we were cool-

"But you never loved him though." He presses.

"....No." You shake your head wearily.

"We both kinda just...forced ourselves to love each other? Acting like a couple though we really don't care about each other like that." Your voice shook a little as you ball your hands into little fists.

"Ahhh, kid." He frowns, pulling you over by the back of your neck to rest your head on his shoulder. You sniffled, starting to tear up as once again the pain and weight of your fake relationship fell on you.

"He's right Kei, I don't really wanna be with him at all! If I could, I'd leave him. He's just not my type!" You ramble, wiping your eyes yet the tears just keep falling.

"I don't know if you really wanna hear it but...I mean shit, you're twenty. You can't just let your mom dictate who you're with." Kei says softly, wrapping his arm over your shoulder.

"You don't understand. If I try to go against her, she'll pull me out of the school! I won't be able to dance." You mutter, shaking your head.

"Are-..are you serious?!" He gawks.

"She threatens me with that all the time. At this point I barely even talk to her 'cause all she does is bring up me and Ken's relationship and how my grades are; how many teachers I'm networking with. She doesn't give a crap about me personally anymore. You know, she wasn't even at the homecoming game?" You sob a little, getting his shirt sleeve wet with your tears.

Kei's eyes widen at your words. As a kid who's mom views him as her whole world, it was hard for his mind to even begin to wrap around this. He couldn't understand even if he tried. His mom was all he had, they were tight like glue. He couldn't imagine what it must be like to have a mother that doesn't bother to want what's best for her daughter.

"I remember when she wasn't this way. That's why you always see me wear the anklet she gave me when I was younger at my performances. It's like I can pretend she's there with me watching me perform; the old her before my dad died..."

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The day ended so fast, you were almost disappointed. You'd spent every hour mentally preparing yourself for this exact moment yet you still didn't feel ready.

Walking down the block and around the corner from your dorm building you spot Hanma in his black Dodge Hellcat right where he said he'd be. To say your heart was pounding would be an understatement, it was attempting to jump right out of your chest. It felt like no matter how much effort and energy you put into pushing away all sexual thoughts of him, it was useless in this moment.

You open the door and sit in the passenger seat, placing your duffel bag in the back.

"Hey doll." He says with that low, sultry voice, looking over at you as you buckle your seatbelt.

"What's up?" You respond, a light, shy smile on your face. He starts driving off, heading over to his place. "How's it been goin' "forgetting" about what happened?" He asks smugly, a little too smugly in your opinion. You could see from a mile away what he was trynna do, and you weren't about to get played.

"I'm not really sure what you're talkin' about actually. Guess I must'a forgot." You answer innocently, smiling cheekily before you turn to look out the window.

"Real funny." He mumbles, turning his gaze back to the road. You chuckle lightly to yourself, feeling proud that you were able to shut him down so quickly.

The rest of the way is fairly a short ride, he lives pretty close to campus at a nice looking apartment building. He leads you up to his place, a nice, surprisingly spacious studio apartment. It's a modern style, and the ceiling is high, very fitting for his tall stature.

"Okaaay! This is really niiiiiice!" You compliment, looking around with your eyes in satisfaction. It's also clean, another aspect of his apartment you weren't really expecting. But then again, he is doing a photoshoot, there has to be space.

"Thanks." He chuckles in amusement. "Come on." He adds, snapping you out of your daze as you follow him into his bedroom.

Wait hold up.....

Why his bedroom though?!

You feel the nervousness sink back in instantly, walking into his room. Hanma has a whole set up going on, with all kinds of expensive looking equipment, and some colored light panels of red, blue, and purple.

"We're gonna shoot in here. You can get changed in the bathroom there." He instructs, pointing to his connected bathroom as he starts getting his camera ready by his laptop hooked up to some sort of USB cord. You nod, heading into the bathroom with your duffel bag to change.

For the shoot you chose the only lingerie you had, a white full lace teddy set. It's a halter style, with a deep plunge in the front that reaches three inches below your breasts, (yet the support is actually amazing) and a pair of matching lace stockings that go up to your mid thighs.

This was meant to be what you wore the night of Homecoming with Ken, but of course, that never happened. So at least it'd get put to use now. It's easy to put on and does wonders to flatter your body, bringing out your shape and flat, toned stomach. You slip the teddy on along with the stockings, looking yourself over before grabbing your mascara and body glow potion. Your hair is already in the style you wanted for the shoot, a big and undefined, picked out afro.

Is this too much or too little?

You take a second to quickly hype yourself up in the mirror, not wanting to take too long, then make your way out shyly. There's music playing from a medium sized speaker he has sitting on his dresser. Hanma's just tipping and tapping away at all the tech stuff near his laptop before he hears you step out of the bathroom. You give him a bashful smile, leaning against the doorway.

"Uuum, is this fine?" You mutter, fiddling with your hands behind your back. He fully stops what he's doing, turning towards you, his piercing eyes dragging up and down your body. You were cold upon stepping out of the bathroom but now it feels like it's one hundred degrees with his eyes on you like this. It takes him a while to say anything, so you tell yourself it's because he's debating if the outfit goes with his vision and nothing else.

"Yeah, it's perfect." He finally replies, his eyes making their way back up to meet yours. "Come on, we're gonna start in this doorway right here." He nods towards the bedroom door, his tone going serious.

With a small smile you mutter a short "K', following behind him.

The door to his bedroom is wide open, leading to the rest of the apartment which he went and turned all the lights out to make it dark, aside from the red light that'll be used as the background color. You stand in the doorway, waiting patiently as he hangs his camera around his neck from the strap. His hands grab your shoulders, sending an invisible shiver down your spine that you ignore, turning you around to face the doorway. "Put your hands here", He starts, taking your hands and placing them on the doorway. Then without speaking, he lifts your chin, making you tilt your head all the way back. "Now arch your back and put this leg forward." He instructs, watching you position yourself how he asked.

"Yeah, like that." He nods, stepping back while preparing the camera. You stay in position, the nervousness starting to go away just a little bit as you get into "character". He takes two test shots, looking them over from the little screen on the camera. "That's perfect." He grins, going back in and taking a few more, changing angles every now and then. He walks back up to you, allowing you to finally move out of the pose, before he starts to position you again.

Your whole body goes hot as he stands closely, towering over you. The fact that you were just wearing lingerie in front of him had you so nervous, and beyond excited, yet you knew not to let your mind wander too far. "Lean back against the frame, and bring your hips out like this." He says, putting his hands on your hips and pulling them outwards where he wanted. "Arms up." He murmurs like a whisper, his hands sliding along yours arms, lifting them above your head. Unconsciously you suck in a breath, trying to keep your heart steady as you look up at him. His eyes meet yours instantly and you swear your legs almost give out, he still makes you fold with simply looking at you.

Then, your eyes betray you, flickering down to his lips unintentionally. You look away, heart pounding in your chest. Hanma lets out a barely audible chuckle, a knowing look on his face as he steps back from you, getting his camera ready. He goes back to snapping more pictures, going back and forth shooting then looking at them briefly.

"I wanna try purple light this time." He says after taking the last picture.

"Ooo ok!" You beam.

He switches the color panels, swapping the red for the purple as you wait patiently. Goosebumps start to form along your arms and chest as you watch him move the red panel over to the other side of his bedroom.

The next few poses were a bit more challenging for you, and not because they're difficult, but because they required your legs to be fully opened facing the camera. It was easy to hide being soaking wet when your head was turned from the camera and your eyes are averted, and your body facing away. But when you're sitting on a wooden chair, legs spread wide and facing directly in front of the camera...things start to get a little embarrassing. You hoped and prayed that he couldn't tell, that the place was dark enough for the wetness pooling around the crotch area of your teddy not to show. This whole thing was becoming unbearable, it's just too erotic of a setting.

You do about three more poses with the chair before going back to standing poses. Hanma comes over to you once more to reposition you. You look up at him, a dangerous decision, just as he looks down at you, placing his hands low on your hips. He guides you to the center of the doorway. "Spread your legs a little." He instructs in a hushed voice, using his foot to open your legs, gazing intensely into your eyes all the while. He pauses for a moment, his hands on your hips slowly gliding up your body, passed your sides and grazing the sides of your breasts just a bit, taking your arms to lift them over your head. Your breath becomes heavier, chest visibly rising and falling as you feel yourself get lost in his light, golden brown eyes.

He did that on purpose, he had to have. He looks over you, eyes landing and resting on your nipples that quickly harden underneath the thin layer of white lace. You notice exactly where he's looking, your face heating up as your head shifts downwards in embarrassment. Hanma lifts your head back up by your chin with a finger, moving in closer towards you, nearly touching.

"You're killin' me right now, y'know that?" He hums seductively, his pretty eyes sucking you in.

"What do you mean?" You ask innocently, your voice quiet and timid.

"You know exactly what I mean, just look at you. Standing in front of me with this sexy little outfit on." He says lowly, giving you butterflies all throughout your stomach. "I wanna fuck you so bad, angel. Been thinkin' about it this whole time." He purrs, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you right up against him. You gasp, blinking a few times going speechless as you process what he just said while bringing your arms down out of the pose he put you in.

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slopmaster9000 · 1 year ago

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i 😊😊😊 had 👞 this trippy dream 💭 where this cat 🙀 was driving 🚦 me around 😰👥 in 😵 an old convertible. later 🕑 on it turned 🔄🔄 into 🚪 a vw van 🚐 and near 😯 the end it was more ➕➕➕➕➕➕➕➕➕ like 👧👍 this spaceship kinda 🍕 thing. 🤣 we were high 📓 up, 👽 looking over 🔁 the road, 🛣 but the front 🔝 console 🎮 was shaped like 🌟 a van, 🚐 and it still 🙄 had that 💝 convertible top. the guy 👶🌈 who was driving 🚗 me around 😊😎😌 was an older 👴 dude, 👱 an old hipster with a weathered voice 🔊 kinda 😉 like lou reed's. he 👨 kinda 🍕 had 🥕 some of that 😼 vibe and energy 💥💥 like dennis hopper in 🍌 easy rider. yeah 🌍 like, 💖 if you 🙄 could imagine 🤔 a cross ⛪ between lou reed and dennis hopper, that's the dude who 🤔 was driving 🚦🚸 me. we were 😫🏻 headed 👨‍🦲 due north, 👆 coming up 📷 to a stoplight. the light 💡 was beautiful 😩 in ⁉️ the dream, with all that nice 😛 washed out orange 🍊 from 😂😲 the pollution. 🦵🏽♦️🦵🏽 i 🙀 had this happy feeling 😌 in my 💫 stomach, 😂🤣 but 🤔 also this scared feeling, 😌 like something 💩 was about 👏 to happen, but 😥 i 🧚‍♀️ didn't know 😍 what. anyhow, as we 😉 approached the light, 💡 this cat 😺 in a sports car 🏎 came 😏 out of nowhere and just 🤖 cut us 🇺🇸 off. 📴 my man 🕵 slammed on 💃 the brakes and narrowly averted a mash-up. got my 💫 blood boiling, 😬 but 🍎 i wasn't the one 😤 driving. 🚦🚸 yeah 💁🤷 so wouldn't 😩 you 🤟 know it, we 👦 pull up ☝ right 🔰🔰 behind 🔄 the cat 🐈 at the light 💡 and there he 📷 was, glaring at us through 🪀 his 👉🚹 rear-view. he 👨 was all like, 💖 "yeah 👍 that's right, i 👈 cut ❓😱 you 😢👈 off, what're you gonna do about 🙅‍♀️ it?" so i said to lou reed slash dennis hopper, i'll just 🚟 call 📞 him lou now, ❓❗❓❗❓❗❓❗ "man, aren't 😲 you gonna 👏 say 💬 something to that 👉😐👏 guy?" 👦👨 but lou just looked straight ahead 🙎🏻 and said, 💬🙈 "y'know man, 👨🏻 the only 😤👐 way i'm 💆‍♀️ gonna put something 😅 out there 🎆🎆 like 🐌 that 👀 is if i'm ☝️ ready 🌺 to dance 💃 with that 👀 cat, y'know 💀 what i 👥 mean? 😏 you 👈 put something out 👉 there, ❤️😘✨ there's 😹 consequences. all you've got 👍 are your 👉 actions, man. and remember, 🤔🤔 words 🦘 are actions too. 🍡 do you 🦚 wanna dance 🐲 with that ⬇️ guy?" y'know now i 👥 realized lou was driving me 😼 around 💞 and i 😊😀😀😀😀😀 wasn't even 🤭 thanking him. at first, 🥇 i 😩 thought 💭 he was kind 📷 of a bad influence, but ❌ actually he was taking care of me. watching my 🧜🏻‍♀️ back, 💨 talking 💬 me 🙄 down 🔻 from something. it's funny 👷🏼😃😃😃😃👷🏻 how sometimes ✨ in 👮 dreams, 💭 you 👇 don't realize 🤔😮😧 who's your 👉 friend. 😎👬 looking 👀 back, 😌 maybe 👏 all 😤 these different people were 👥👥 you in 📷 the dreams. 💭💭 yeah, like, maybe that crazy 🤪 dude in 📷 the other 🤷‍♂️ car 🚛 was me as well. like you got this one part of you 👈 that 👏 watches out 😛🚪 for you, keeps you steady, and this other 😖 part 〽 that's 😤 raging and full of anger. 😠 like 🍪💁 old lou and the crazy 😜 dude 😎😂 in 👌👄 the dream, 💄💭💭 they're 👥 all a part 🏻 of you. y'know, 💀 i think of it like 👍 taming a dragon. 🐲 the crazy 🤪 dude is the dragon, 🐉 and if you 🙏 don't 🙆 watch 👀 out, 💋 he'll 🤴 bite you. 👆 hard. ❗ you see, 👀 lou knows 🤔 about the dragon. he's 😶 there 🎆🎆 to set you straight. 🕕 you don't wanna 😷 kill 🚿 the dragon, 🐉 you wanna 😋🙇 make friends 👫 with it, harness its power so you 🤟 can 😎 use it. but 😠 i only 🤏 realized 💡 that when 🕗 i 😀😀😀 woke 👀 up. 🙅‍♂️

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daisyvstheworld · 2 years ago

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Day 10 - Jan 10 - Prague

I slept super well the first like 5 hours after drinking all that beer but started waking up again throughout the night - forced myself to get up at 8:15ish bc I wanted to get to the Prague Castle before the buildings opened at 9AM. It was a bit off a rush, but I got up, finally decided to wear my paper boy hat, and started walking to Old Town Square. I found a random coffee shop near the university and ordered ma espresso and this housemade pastry with plum jam - that shit was so good. It was like a mini danish. After that, I started walking to the castle and the route was quite confusing not gonna lie. Because it was so early, there weren’t many people heading a certain way that I could follow. But eventually, I found the stairs and began the hike up to the palace. When I got to the top of the million stairs, there was this group of Japanese film crew taking photos or filming the view from the top. It was kinda cool. I tried taking selfies with my camera and failed. I think they laughed at me 🫠

Anyways; went in the castle and honestly it was pretty confusing.. like everything (the audio guide was $15, the extra exhibits were additional) cost hella extra and the exhibits we did have access to included in the $10 ticket were mid. the golden lane was cool but then I found out it’s free after 5pm everyday!! I guess the campus is large but you don’t need a ticket to wander the campus sigh. So I did that and then walked around the surrounding area. Looked at souvenirs and visited the Lennon Wall until Porks opened so I could order the Prague dish of pork knuckle.

Bruh. This pork knuckle was giGANTIC. It came with sauerkraut and mustard. I ate all the sauerkraut and like 1/8 of the knuckle. Pork in general doesn’t sit too well in my stomach and now I was eating crispy fried skin, fat, and red meat. It was good! But way too much. There were two Chinese girls also dining alone next to me and they both devoured their knuckles, I was so impressed. I took like 75% of it to go.

After eating, I had the energy to hike back up to Petrin Hill and tower. It was a nice park with gorgeous views of the city. I ate my gummies while listening to Call Me Daddy lmao

After that, stopped by the Dancing House and went back to the hostel. I was preeeettty freaking tired at this point. I had walked 13.3 miles already 😂

But then a girl Nova from the Hostelworld chat added me on IG and messaged me asking if I wanted to meet up for a drink! And I was like I need social interaction after like a week so I mustered up the energy and she came to my hostel to meet me before we went to this vegan restaurant for drinks. I got this massive drink called Spicy Mama and it was yummy but strooong. She was super nice!! Super easy to talk to and we had a lot in common. Shes from Norway but loves Berlin, which is where she had just come from, and was moving to Australia for a semester to study later this month. Side note - there was this boy or maybe masc female that was wearing the exact same outfit as me, just slightly more masc and I felt weird lol. Anyways, that placed closed after not too long so we walked back up Wenceslas Square to Old Town to look for a place but after wandering around for a while and not finding anything that wasn’t only occupied by large groups of men, we found a place called Crazy Daisy. It was this cute underground mixology bar that had super Gatsby vibes. We were seated on the side with a bunch of men but turns out they were altogether and had more people coming so they asked us to move and paid for our drinks in exchange. We were like ya ofc that’s fine haha so we moved to the other side and ordered these deliciousss drinks. Even this place that is considered more expensive was like maybe $10-12 per drink. I loved it.

On our way out, I smiled at our waiter and he smiled back so I thought it was coo, but this other guy followed us out and was like “um ur not going to pay?” And we explained and he was like mm the other servers didn’t know that. So we followed him back in and turns out he was wrong, shocker. So we did our little walk of shame back out. At the end of the day, still got free drinks 😊

Also side note - homeless people are so interesting in Prague. Beggars will beg by kneeling on the ground with their head down and hands up as if they’re praying for forgiveness. They have a hat or something in front of their hands that people throw money into. They just kneel there for hours. It’s so dehumanizing… but I guess most begging feels that way..

#europe2023 #winter2023

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yuujispinkhair · 2 years ago

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Summer Paradise with Yuu (Chapter 2)

All your kisses taste like Malibu

When you agreed to join your friends on a spontaneous summer vacation, you didn't expect to a) get pulled out of the ocean by some random guy who thinks you are drowning and b) that this guy is hotter than the summer sun.

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: fluff, smut, Lifeguard AU but not really lol Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: 18+, smut in later chapters, falling into the ocean, kissing. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

This will be a short summer series because Yuuji is my sexy summer boy, and I am obsessed with the idea of summer vacation with him! I'm trying to keep the chapters short!

Chapter 1: I swear you put the sun up in my sky, so hot it's like the middle of July Chapter 2: All your kisses taste like Malibu Chapter 3: Touch me like a summer night, you feel like a holiday Chapter 4: Back to Summer Paradise with you

Chapter 02

You run into "hot Baywatch guy" again only a day later.

After spending the afternoon at the beach, you're on your way back to your hotel when you spot pastel pink hair in front of one of the small shops lining the beach promenade. You silently chide yourself for the way your heart jumps at the sight. The rescue was the most embarrassing thing you ever experienced, and it would probably be better to never see him again and just try to forget the whole incident.

But then your personal lifeguard turns his head, and his pretty eyes meet yours over the rim of a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses. They widen in recognition, and his mouth opens in an "Oh!" before it gets replaced by his bright sunshine smile. Suddenly you have forgotten why you don't want to see him again.

He looks stunning with that pretty smile on his tan face. His toned biceps flex enticingly as he quickly puts the sunglasses back onto the display rack. And then his hand is already in the air to wave excitedly at you, exuding so much energy and good vibes that you automatically make a step towards him.

You can't help but smile and lift a hand to wave back at him. This is the guy who saw you in your most pathetic moment and managed to make it even worse. But maybe that is why you grin at him like an idiot. After all, you can't really make a bigger fool of yourself in front of him than you already did, right?

Now your friends have noticed him too, and they both grab your arms. They wouldn't shut up about the hot Baywatch guy all morning while you were lying at the beach. Now their eyes sparkle dangerously.

"Ooooh, that's him! We have to go over to say hello!"

"He really looks cute! Damn, and he really gave you mouth to mouth? Wow!"

You don't even have a chance. Before you can open your mouth, your friends are already dragging you towards Itadori.

His smile grows even wider when you stop in front of him.

"Heyy! How are you today? I was hoping to see you again!"

His words shouldn't give you that fluttery feeling in your stomach, but you can't help it.

Oh my god.

Suddenly you remember that you once read that many people develop crushes on the people who saved them, like lifeguards, firefighters, doctors, etc.

Your rational side screams at you: "But he didn't really save you! You were in no danger! He isn't even a real lifeguard!"

Your body doesn't agree with that, though. Hot Baywatch guy laughs softly and runs a hand through his pink hair, and the butterflies in your tummy have a whole summer festival, fluttering and dancing like crazy.

You didn't have time to look at him all that much yesterday, but your "savior" is really hella attractive! He becomes even hotter the more you look at him.

Of course, there's the pink hair that catches the eye immediately. Now that it's not wet and plastered to his forehead, it has a pretty pastel pink shade that reminds you of cotton candy. It looks really soft, and somehow your fingers itch with a sudden urge to touch it.

But it's not just the hair. Itadori also has really pretty eyes. They are light brown, like liquid honey. Warm and sparkling with excitement. And that dazzling smile is making him look even prettier.

And his body...damn! Itadori could definitely star in some trashy 90's show about sexy lifeguards at some beautiful beach!

An image from yesterday flashes in front of your eyes, when he was kneeling in the sand beside you. Water droplets running down those buff pecs and defined abs...

They are hidden under a yellow shirt right now, but you can still see his muscular shape even through his clothes. And his buff biceps and equally toned calves are still on display.

He is tall, strong and very athletic. No wonder he could pull you out of the water so easily.

You feel too hot all of a sudden as all the fresh memories of the embarrassing rescue mission wash over you again. The way he was carrying you in his strong arms! The way he was leaning over you with his buff body, pressing his lips onto yours.

You have to swallow hard before you are able to answer him:

"I am great, thank you. W...What about you?"

Before Itadori can answer, your friends tighten their grip on your arms and both chime in at the same time:

"She is very grateful that you wanted to rescue her! You are, aren't you (y/n)?"

"You are so brave for jumping into the water like that and pulling her out! Even though it wasn't a real danger. Actually, (y/n) wanted to thank you, right?"

Your brave savior blinks and then reaches behind himself to scratch his neck and smile sheepishly at the three of you.

"Um yeah, about that...sorry again! I really thought you were in trouble. Sorry for causing such a scene!"

His honey eyes meet yours, looking at you with a light blush on his tan cheeks. He looks so cute!

But you are pulled out of your swooning when your friends elbow you a bit too hard. And you shake yourself out of it and quickly reassure your hero:

"No, please don't apologize! It was really nice of you!"

Another elbow hits your side, and you yelp lightly before adding:

"And yes! I would like to thank you. Can...um, can I invite you to an ice cream maybe? To say thank you?"

Apparently, you said the right thing because your friends both clap your shoulder. And Itadori's handsome face lights up with another one of his bright sunshine smiles.

"Aww, that's so sweet of you! Yes, I'd love to have ice cream with you! I'm Yuuji, by the way!"

Ten minutes later, your little group is gathered around a table in a cute pastel-colored ice cream parlor a few meters down the promenade.

And you lift your ice cream cone in some kind of awkward toast and say with a solemn voice:

"To my brave savior! Thank you, Yuuji."

Yuuji throws his head back in laughter. His laugh is so loud and genuine that it's contagious, and you join in, feeling relief wash over you because suddenly the whole rescue mission incident doesn't seem so bad anymore.

How could it be bad if it led to this cute boy eating ice cream with you and smiling that sunshine smile at you?

Your gaze stays glued to Yuuji, unable to look anywhere else but his handsome face and pretty pink hair. As pink as the strawberry ice cream, he is eating.

His golden gaze meets yours, and he smiles that broad smile at you.

"How long are you gonna stay here?"

"Two weeks, and you?"

His smile turns even bigger at your words, and a little bit of pink ice cream trickles out of the corner of his mouth when he replies excitedly:

"Me too! We can do so many things together!"

But then he blinks and scratches his cheek, looking at you with big eyes and adding in a softer voice:

"I mean, if you want... if you guys already have other things planned or want to stay by yourself, that's totally fine!"

Once again, your friends are quick to intervene,

"Of course, she wants to spend the two weeks with you!"

"We don't have anything important planned! You can steal her away from us anytime you like!"

Usually, you would feel embarrassed by this, but the happy look in Yuuji's eyes lets you forget about it, and instead, you chuckle and add:

"It would really be nice to do things together."

And that's how you get your personal lifeguard's phone number, a kiss on the cheek, and a tight hug when you say goodnight in front of your hotel.

He feels good against you. Tall and strong. And the cologne he's wearing smells very nice. His skin is warm and smooth where you press your lips against his cheek for a quick kiss.

The hug is over too fast. But the memory and feeling linger even hours later when you are standing on the small balcony of your hotel room overlooking the beach as the sun disappears in the soft waves and a light breeze blows over from the water.

You didn't plan any of this. You didn't plan to meet someone here, someone who gives you butterflies after only a few minutes. Someone with a pretty smile and sparkling eyes and the cutest laugh you have ever heard.

Somehow you have a feeling that this will be the best summer ever now that you have found this cute and sexy summer boy with a heart of gold. Itadori Yuuji seems like one in a million, and you are the lucky girl he pulled out of the water! It's better than winning the jackpot!

You are already lying in bed when your phone buzzes with a new message, and you can't stop your heart from jumping when you see who it is from.

You saved his number under Baywatch Yuuji and added a life-ring emoji.

"Wanna go to the beach with me tomorrow?"

"Heyy, yes, that sounds great!"

"Yay! I know a cool place where we can see turtles if we are lucky. You in?"

"I am very in!"

"Can't wait to see you again! Sleep well, cutie!"

He called you cutie?? Oh my god!!

You don't even feel embarrassed when you press your face into your pillow to squeal and giggle and kick your feet into the air while the butterflies go crazy in your tummy.

Yuuji didn't make any false promises. The small cove he takes you to is beautiful! It's just a short distance from the typical tourist attractions, yet it is very peaceful here. The two of you have it all to yourself at the moment.

It looks almost untouched. There are no food stands or sun beds. Only warm white sand and clear turquoise water. The only sound you hear is the gentle rushing of the waves and Yuuji's soft breathing next to you.

He lets his backpack drop to the ground with an excited:

"Ah, it looks even prettier today!"

And then you forget to breathe for a moment because he pulls his shirt over his head, ruffling his pink hair and exposing his firm sunkissed abs and pecs.

You have to be careful not to drool. Yuuji looks so gorgeous! It's hard not to stare at him. But you manage to avert your gaze before he can catch you and quickly turn around to slip out of your sundress and kick off your sandals, leaving you only in your bikini.

When you turn back towards Yuuji, you find his honey gaze wandering up your legs and over your hips. He blinks when he realizes you are looking at him, and his gaze snaps to your face with a slightly guilty expression on his handsome face.

But you just grin at him, feeling so light and bubbly somehow. You like that he was checking you out too.

Yuuji is so attractive. His personality and his looks both give you butterflies. So it's making you giddy to see that he seems to be affected by you too!

On the walk here, his hand had brushed against yours several times, making your skin tingle and your heart race, wishing so much that he would just take your hand in his and hold it.

Anytime he talks to you in his sweet low voice, it makes something deep inside you feel very warm. And anytime his voice becomes louder with excitement, you catch yourself smiling brightly.

He is so sweet and gives off such positive vibes with his genuine excitement and kindness. And there is no denying that he is also very hot!

There is a growing tension between the two of you as you look deeply into each other's eyes.

"So, where are the turtles?"

You ask in an attempt to lighten the tension, and Yuuji's lips lift in another happy grin, and he gestures towards the water.

"They are between those rocks over there."

He extends a large tan hand, smiling that sunshine smile and waiting for you to join him. Your heart skips a beat. You can finally do what you have wanted ever since you left the hotel: Hold hands with your personal lifeguard.

Yuuji's large hand fits perfectly around yours. His strong fingers are holding you gently but securely as he pulls you along into the beautiful turquoise water.

Your way to the turtles leads you over some large flat rocks, which serve as a natural bridge. They are slippery, making it quite challenging to walk on them, but Yuuji is deft at this, and he looks over his shoulder at you to give you an encouraging smile.

The problem is that his smile is so stunning that it momentarily distracts you, and of course, you slip on one of the stones.

A loud squeal leaves your mouth as you lose your footing.

Please not again!

But this time, a strong hand tightens around yours, stopping you from falling into the ocean. Yuuji quickly pulls you to safety into his strong arms and against his buff chest, holding you protectively in his firm embrace.

"Ha! I got you! I won't let you fall into the ocean a second time!"

You tilt your head to look up at him. Your heart is beating so fast, and you can't tell whether it's from the sudden adrenaline surge after slipping on the rock or from being so close to Yuuji.

You wrap your arms around him too, holding on to him, feeling his warm skin and firm muscles under your hands and against your body.

You sigh and snuggle into his embrace. It feels so good to be in his arms. He is so strong and so protective, really acting like your personal hero.

The thought makes you smile, and you catch yourself giggling into Yuuji's defined pecs. He even smells good! The fresh aquatic scent of his cologne and a hint of salt on his tan skin.

"Are you ok, sweetie?"

His voice is full of worry. You smile against his broad chest before lifting your head to grin up at him,

"Yes, I'm fine! Thank you for saving me a second time! I'm so lucky to have you!"

Yuuji laughs loudly, arms tightening around you, gently pulling you against his toned body, and you can feel his muscles flex against your naked skin.

"Yeah, I guess you are lucky to have a personal lifeguard."

Yuuji laughs again and lifts one hand in a mock salute,

"I pledge to always keep you safe, madam! Itadori Yuuji, always at your service!"

His voice cracks up in laughter at the last word, and you join him, laughing loudly and feeling so giddy and carefree. Excitement is pumping through your body and a kind of happiness you haven't felt in a long time.

You're here in a literal summer paradise in this beautiful cove, in the arms of a gorgeous boy who has golden eyes and a sunshine smile, and the strongest arms that ever held you.

Suddenly you feel a bit dizzy. Not only is your heart still beating wildly, but there is also a fluttery feeling in your stomach. The butterflies are going crazy in there. Being so close to Yuuji is making it hard to think.

You are suddenly overly aware of the position the two of you are in. In this tight embrace, bodies pressed against each other, skin on skin where your bikini isn't covering your torso.

You lick your lips while catching yourself staring at Yuuji's mouth. His lips look soft and pink, parted slightly in a pretty smile.

What if...

Before you dare to finish the thought, Yuuji cups your cheek with one of his large hands.

"Hey...um...I know I sucked at the mouth to mouth, but can I kiss you, maybe? I promise I'm a better kisser than a CPR-giver."

You chuckle even as your pulse flutters nervously, already getting slightly on your tiptoes, pressing yourself even tighter against Yuuji. You manage to nod, breathing a soft:

"Yes...please.."

And then Yuuji closes the remaining distance between you, and for the second time, you feel his lips on yours. But this time in a real kiss.

His mouth is soft and warm, moving gently over yours, sending a sweet tingle through your whole body.

Yuuji's strong arms wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you against him, large hands caressing your sides as he lets you lean fully onto him, supporting your weight with ease.

Your hands wrap around his broad neck, fingers playing with the short stubble of his undercut as your mouth opens in a soft sigh against Yuuji's gentle lips. He feels so good against you. Strong and warm.

Your heart is pounding wildly in your chest. You are kissing hot Baywatch guy! You never thought your friends were right when they predicted a summer romance for you! But now Yuuji is here, holding you in his arms and kissing you so sweetly in the middle of the turtle cove, and this really feels like summer paradise!

He licks slowly into your mouth, tenderly deepening the kiss, making a soft sexy sound in the back of his throat when you lick against his tongue.

He is definitely better at kissing than at giving CPR. He is such a good kisser, so sexy and sweet, making your head spin and feel all putty in his arms. You are glad that his strong arms are holding you so safely because your knees feel very weak right now.

Especially when Yuuji's tongue caresses tenderly over yours, slow and loving, making you snuggle against him, opening your mouth further to let him kiss you even deeper.

He tastes like strawberries and sea salt, so sweet and addictive. You think you will need many more of his hot kisses.

You have no idea how long the two of you stand there upon the rocky path, kissing and sighing softly into each other's mouths. You never want to stop kissing Yuuji. You never want to let go of him.

You only pull apart when both of you need some air, gazing at each other with heavy-lidded eyes and kiss-swollen lips that lift in matching dazed but happy smiles.

"Wow...."

"Yeah, wow..."

No other words are needed. Not when you smile at each other like that, and Yuuji hugs you to his body with those strong arms.

He kisses you again when you are back on the sandy beach. And a third time when you say good night in front of your hotel.

In fact, that goodnight kiss turns into several kisses because both of you don't want to let go. Yuuji's hands are sprawled over the small of your back, and yours are tangled in his soft pink hair.

He peppers some more gentle kisses over your cheek before finally pulling away and smiling at you.

"Sleep well, cutie. Text me please when you have arrived safely in your room, ok?"

It makes you giggle happily,

"It's only a short ride with the elevator."

"Yeah, but still! I am your personal lifeguard, remember? So I gotta make sure you are fine. Will you text me, please?"

"Of course, I will. Good night, Yuuji. And thank you for today. It was amazing."

"Aww, I'm glad you enjoyed it! I really did too! See you tomorrow, sweetie!"

You can practically feel Yuuji's gaze on you as you make your way into the hotel and over to the elevator. It makes you smile like an idiot the whole way through the lobby. It's so nice to know he's here watching over you, taking care of you, and protecting you. Your personal hero.

You turn around when you get into the elevator, and your gaze meets Yuuji's across the lobby, seeing him still standing in front of the glass door of the hotel entrance, lifting a hand in a wave.

The last thing you see before the elevator door closes is his dazzling smile, making you feel so warm and fuzzy on the inside. Your heart is throbbing with happiness, and your lips are swollen from Yuuji's kisses.

You are sure you will have amazing dreams tonight! Of summer paradise and your cute and hot sunshine boy and his irresistible kisses!

Thank you so much for reading chapter two of my Yuuji summer series!! This chapter turned out a bit longer than planned, but I really wanted to add the kiss! I hope you enjoy the summer paradise with our cute and sexy summer boy Yuuji :) I am very in love with him aaaaahhh. Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me happy!

Chapter 3

#yuuji x reader #yuuji fluff #yuuji x you #itadori x reader #itadori fluff #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #yuji x reader #yuji fluff

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 2 years ago

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XX ~ S.S. (Part Three: Jealousy/Envy)

A/n: *touches water* this request my beloved. I have missed writing this... Prompt from this prompt list

Request: “... 1, 7, and/or 46 for seb” by anon

Word Count: 4500+

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~ Kiss out of jealousy/envy ~

You know what, it took a second but Sebastian could be respectful to Y/n specifically enough not to press for him to join back with the Warblers again. Obviously Y/n had made his stance and he was... happy with it. It drove Sebastian insane and made him want to undo everything he'd done, but he had never EVER been one to throw in the towel. Even if he he tried, he didn't know where to start. So he had let it sit. Fine. Whatever. Okay even!

However. Watching Y/n go around with some other guy like it was nothing? Sebastian was fuming. He was murderous.

Y/n had started walking home every day now, and he had picked up his morning coffee habit with Blaine again so Sebastian and him rarely hung out outside of class. With Y/n no longer being a Warbler on top of that, it felt like Sebastian never saw Y/n at all. To go from being together during all of their free time to not at all was wound enough, but Y/n had taken it a step further.

In the last while, Noteworthy had been scoping for new members. They weren't as big as they'd like to be - whatever it made sense. As they were very welcoming to anyone wanted to join in on the fun (as long as they could play well with others) a lot of people had answered the call. More than anyone had expected. They'd eventually had to turn people away even.

But not before Lyran joined.

Lyran actually had very similar vibes to Sebastian in a lot of ways. They had the same flirtiness; dancing around everyone and winning and smirking; lingering touches and shared glances. They had a fluid way of moving that was reminiscent of Sebastian as well. Lyran was... lower key though. They were just fine staying at the back of a room and blending in. The fly on the wall you didn't notice until it was too late. They didn't need to take charge and in fact seemed to like being bossed around. They especially liked to be bossed around by Y/n.

And really, that was the problem. Suddenly not only were Y/n and Sebastian not hanging out or talking, it had seemed that Sebastian had been replaced entirely. Now it was Y/n and Lyran who danced around each other, eyes locking as they exchanged secret looks and amused smiles that Sebastian couldn't read. They worked so beautifully together - Y/n would start the fire and Lyran would build it. The energy in any room they were both in was always at its highest. Even when one of them wasn't duetting they still seemed to be cultivating the energy of the performance together.

It got unbearable when they finally did a duet.

Of all the things they could sung as well, they decided on "I've Just Seen A Face" by the Beatles.

Sebastian was going insane from the very second he heard the starting notes.

Y/n started first, and for a second he had thought it was a solo. He was center stage, and Sebastian thought he was about to see a moment of pure hypocrisy. The music started though, and Y/n immediately turned around, looping to the back of the group and then weaving through the boys that were singing as he began, "I've just seen a face; I can't forget the time or place where we just met. He's just the guy for me, and I want all the world to see we've met..." He vocalized the ending of the song, shimming around - almost like he was telling his best friends about some crazy story that had just happened.

Then Lyran cut in. "Had it been another day, I might have looked the other way and I'd have never been aware - but as it is I'll dream of him tonight -" Sebastian was caught off guard by the purposeful change in pronouns in the song, and the way that they sidled up to Y/n. Almost like... they were singing to Y/n specifically. Sebastian's jaw locked into place as Lyran continued, "Falling, yes, I am falling- and he keeps calling me back again." They vocalized as Y/n had before, their arm around the captain's waist and a smirk dancing across their lips. The two were too close, performing to each other, and suddenly Y/n wasn't paying attention to the other boys.

Y/n laughed, returning the sudden serenading they were playing with. "I have never known the like of this, I've been alone and I have missed things and kept out of sight, but other ones were never quite like this-" The vocalizing came again, and he bounced around to the beat. Sebastian couldn't tell if he and Lyran were flirting or just playing around. Or, at least if Y/n was. The way Lyran circled Y/n, centering everything around him and looking at him and touching him... there was no mystery to what they were doing.

"Falling, yes, I am falling and he keeps calling me back again." They first slid out, and then reached over to drag Y/n with them. That seemed practiced, and Y/n slid along just a second after so Lyran wasn't pulling him so much as guiding. What was obviously not planned was when Lyran did pull Y/n, first directly into their arms for, "Falling -" They cut off to focus on dipping Y/n, who squealed in glee. "I am falling-" They winked and Y/n rolled his eyes with affectionate amusement. It was so smooth that Sebastian was enraged he hadn't thought of it... Especially when, as Lyran continued the next time - "And he keeps calling me back again," - they pulled Y/n back onto his feet. As if the dip had been him literally falling for them, and the pull up had been them calling him back, as the song would suggest.

The crowd cooed as Y/n giggled, but took his space, grinning as he picked up the next line. "I've just seen a face; I can't forget the time or place where we just met. He's just the guy for me and I want all the world to see we've met." He vocalized again, dancing in sync with Lyran. He looked like he was having so much fun... It was easy here. There was no tension or power play. When Lyran flirted with Y/n, he took it in stride and didn't see it as a challenge. Sebastian didn't know how he felt about it.

Is that what Y/n looked like when he liked someone? Did he feel relief for not having to deal with what might have only been an annoyance to him? Had Y/n not liked Sebastian after all? This seemed so different. So sweet and sincere and innocent. Sebastian couldn't place where he had seen Y/n act like this before, but it was much more his style. The Y/n most people had come to know and love. The gentle and the warm and the kind. It was so different from the Y/n that Sebastian brought out - the power house spit fire that blazed and burned shamelessly.

Sebastian was torn between jealousy and disappointment. The Y/n he loved seemed to be so unnatural on the man. Like he wasn't built for it... except, Sebastian had been so sure he was. He had looked so good with fire in his eyes. Had it been temporary? Was it a mask, a sudden burst of emotion? Or had it been his true self? Or, was it just that because Sebastian challenged Y/n so much that Y/n got the chance to actually show what a powerhouse he was?

There were so many questions, and Sebastian only passively heard Lyran sing the chorus. "Falling, yes, I am falling and he keeps calling me back again. Falling, yes, I am falling and he keeps calling me back again." They took center stage as Y/n fell back, looping his arms around Trent and Jeff's shoulders.

And just in time Y/n finished out, "Oh, falling, yes, I am falling and he keeps calling me back again..." Sebastian refocused, pulled out of his thoughts to watch his crush, just in time to see Y/n deliver the very last line directly at him. There was that pleasant sweetness still, but underneath it, Sebastian saw that fire. Y/n's smile edged more into smirk territory, and for a split second Sebastian got the distinct impression he had missed something very important.

Sebastian gave the Noteworthies a moment to bask in their praise and applause before he made up his mind to approach Y/n. That being said, imagine his shock when he found the man, approaching him instead. Y/n grinned when he reached the Warbler captain. "Enjoy the show?"

Immediately his jealousy was showing. "What, your flirt session with Lyran on display for everyone to point and oggle at? No, it wasn't my favorite of your works.”

Y/n's smile wiped off his face. He glared at Sebastian. "And what, I suppose your favorites are when we have flirt session displayed for everyone to point at oggle at instead?"

Sebastian shrugged. "Maybe."

Scoffing, Y/n caught himself before he said something. Sebastian didn't know what it was, but from the look on his face like he had bitten into something bitter, he thought that might be a good thing. "You're such an ass, I swear to god. I tried playing the game and you didn't like it so you changed the rules. I didn't like the rules so I went and played with someone else. It's kingerdarden logic Bas - what are you not getting? You don't get to just push everyone around and get what you want always and never face any consequences."

Unable to stop himself, Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Paint the picture however you want Y/n - it didn't take you long to ditch me and put someone you liked better in my place. You ditched the Warblers, and now I never drive you to or from school anymore. You never come over for peace and quiet or dinner or even a study buddy - all things I know for a fact you like. You barely even acknowledge me in class. And now your prancing around with a knock off of me? God you must be desperate to look like you don't need me."

Y/n's rage flared. "I DON'T need you, dipshit." He deflated, looking away as he scoffed out, "I always only wanted you." The anger between them dissipated immediately. Sebastian still felt that jealousy, roiling as Lyran looked at and touched Y/n like Sebastian used to. As the crowed egged them on, and looked to Y/n's newest love interest - like Sebastian had never been there to begin with.

He hated this. He hated Lyran. Sebastian looked over, instinctively looking for them in the crowd. When he saw them standing by the other Noteworthy members, eyeing Y/n and Sebastian... god, it was that look. A look that Sebastian had worn a million times. The look of someone who had shoved a wrench in between a perfectly good couple. The look of a home wrecker, grinning down at the wreckage that had been caused - with pride. They thought they had Y/n wrapped around their stupid shitty little finger...

Well they thought wrong.

Sebastian looked back to Y/n and he rushed forward, grabbing his head and pulling him into a kiss. It wasn't sloppy and passionate, or gentle and slow - it was hard and intense and desperate. They clung to each other, in the middle of the crowd, and in front of all of their friends - but most importantly, in front of Lyran.

For a moment, Sebastian was flying high. He had Y/n back, and everyone knew it. He was on top again - and all he needed was himself and Y/n and for them to be together. He didn't want the Warblers if this is what it cost.

His moment of victory was ruined as Y/n seemed to come to his senses. He pushed Sebastian away aggressively. The slap came fast and very suddenly, but not aggressive or hard. It stung a little - but all slaps across the face did. Sebastian was left reeling, but not because of pain or whiplash. He was left reeling by the remanence of Y/n's kiss. Of the thrill of kissing him in public and claiming him, in a way. Of telling everyone that he was Sebastian's. Reeling as well, at the way that Y/n had for just a second loved it too. How suddenly he had seemed to remember himself and was now in tears, holding his hand that was beginning to redden.

Sebastian looked at Y/n with wide eyes. Y/n could meet his gaze. "I- I'm sorry- But you can't-" He caught his breath, blinking his eyes to try and clear his mind. He pinched the bridge of his nose before suddenly huffing out a sharp breath and then turning back to Sebastian and squaring up. "I'm not a prize, Sebastian. I'm not a thing to flaunt around. I'm a person and I have feelings. You don't get to just kiss me every time you want to grab the power back in a room. I'm not a tool to help you on your path of domination!" He then turned and stormed away, leaving Sebastian with his jaw dropped.

The Warbler tried everything not to smile.

He felt terrible that he had made Y/n feel the way. And especially for making Y/n cry. But... there he was again. Sebastian's Y/n. And it was real and raw and sincere. Y/n, at his most vulnerable, when trying to regroup himself and when he was at his weakest... it was him. Sebastian was the one who got to see it. The only one who could bring it out.

It then registered that Y/n was mad at him, and that he had every right to be. Sebastian had been reckless and stupid - he always was. But this time, it was coming around to bite him in the ass. Everything was falling apart, and more than ever he was pushing away the one person he really cared about.

Shit.

When Y/n saw Sebastian waiting outside for him after school, he almost walked right back inside the building and went a different way home. But... he also knew that if he did that it would add quite a bit of route to what was already an unpleasant walk - and he just wasn't petty enough for it. So he sighed and kept walking, trying to keep his head down.

It didn't work.

Not that he expected it to. This was Sebastian Smythe we were talking about.

"Y/n, wait!" The boy sighed before doing it, knowing that he would be followed all the way home if he didn't. Sebastian jogged over, something in his hand. Y/n looked down as Sebastian held the thing he was gripping out for the other boy to see.

It was a CD.

Y/n's eyes widened. They had spent so much time bouncing between the radio and Sebastian's music taste, one day Y/n had joked that they needed to listen to his music one of these days. But then Sebastian had stopped giving him rides so... they hadn't gotten the chance. The CD that was being held out to him was obviously homemade. On the back, tilted so that Y/n could read it, was a very long list of songs. Every song that Y/n had ever suggested Sebastian listen to and he had forgotten to follow up on, in fact.

Y/n slowly looked from the CD to Sebastian. "You want to give me a ride home just because you're finally listening to my songs?

Sebastian shrugged. "I can listen to them alone if you want. You don't have to know my reactions and what I think about them."

Which was of course Y/n's weakness. He loved music - it was basically his life blood. He spoke through music, never good with finding just the right words himself. Music was a release for him. A safe place. When he shared music with people, he was desperate to dissect the lyrics with them, or just feel the beat. He loved to experience music with people. That's why he shared music at all - so they could appreciate it together. Of all the things Sebastian could have tried, this was the only one that had even a possibility of working.

Of course, Y/n already knew it had worked. That's why he was trying to find reasons not to get into that car. Because he wanted to.

Unfortunately, the millions of reasons running through his head were not the things that mattered. It was the one reason to go. The one reason to stay.

"Fine." Sebastian grinned and Y/n rolled his eyes before getting into the passenger seat of the car. Sebastian put the CD in immediately, and began playing at the first song. They spent the rest of the drive working through the songs. Y/n had a process. The first time, you just listened to it. Then, Y/n would sing with it and pause it to talk about lyrics or the music - whichever thing most drew him to this song. After the two stages, then they'd move on. It meant they took twice as long to get through the songs - sometimes much longer if they got into a lengthy discussion - but it was also twice as fun.

You win some you lose some.

Y/n didn't realize that Sebastian had taken them to his house until it was too late. Y/n shot the other boy a look as they pulled into the driveway. "Bas-"

"I know," Sebastian rushed. "Just... I wanted to apologize. Let me try. We can keep listening, and talking about the songs." He smiled a little. "I like them."

Goddamnit.

Sighing, Y/n caved in once again. "Fine. But I swear, you do one even semi-bullshit thing and I pull the plug."

Sebastian nodded in agreement. "Whenever you want to go home, I'll take you home."

Y/n narrowed his eyes at the Warbler, but there was no anger there. "I don't have anything else to change into. And as we established-"

Waving his hand through the air to dismiss the worry, Sebastian only answered, "Wear something of mine. Just this once. I don't mind." He rose an eyebrow. "Do you?"

There was a challenge there, and Y/n refused to back down. "No."

"Good." Sebastian slid out of the car and Y/n followed after. They moved inside and up the stairs into Sebastian's room. He moved around as Y/n waited in the doorway. The last time he had been inside... he didn't want to think about that right now. Sebastian returned with a familiar pair of sweats and a t-shirt. It was the sweats that Sebastian had leant him the night Y/n had slept here. Y/n smiled to himself, trying to hide it as he took them and hurriedly moved to the hallway bathroom. He showered, trying to focus his stupid gay brain as he cleaned himself.

He hadn't even thought about it - it was so habit to just come over, shower, and then settle down. Y/n chuckled to himself. It was probably a bad sign when you had made yourself at home in a space that belonged to someone you were supposed to be mad at. This was like a second home to him. How could he be mad here?

Y/n wondered if Sebastian knew that. If he had planned all of this... Y/n wouldn't have been surprised.

When he finished showering and dressing, he snagged a grocery bag from under the sink where he had stashed a few emergency ones. Thank god too - he didn't want to have to carry his clothes around. It drove Sebastian crazy, but Y/n didn't feel bad about that. Might even the playing field a little bit.

Sebastian was waiting in the front room. Y/n had dragged a little bit, teetering between melting into the place he had missed more than he realized and holding onto the anger he knew he rightfully felt. When Y/n entered the room, Sebastian looked up at him. Y/n leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he sighed. “Bas,” he whispered weakly. He hesitated, swallowing once as he tried to find the exact words. He couldn’t. “This isn’t fair.”

The words he had found were apparently good enough. “I know,” Sebastian responded. He looked genuinely sorry and Y/n almost believed him. Or, half believed him. He had seen Sebastian lie and he had seen Sebastian be sincere. Hadn’t he? “I’m sorry,” Sebastian spoke again, pulling Y/n out of his thoughts with pure shock. Sebastian Smythe had never apologized. To anyone. Ever. What was happening.

A feeling of anxiety bubbled in Y/n’s chest. He felt like he was about to get pig’s blood dropped on him or something. “You’re sorry,” Y/n repeated, not quite able to wrap his mind around it.

Laughter bubbles up from Sebastian, and he had to cut it short. A hand rose to cover his mouth, eyes alight with humor at Y/n’s expression. “Listen I know I don’t say that a lot-“

“Ever,” Y/n corrected. “Not even once.”

“Ever,” Sebastian allowed. He hesitated, his jaw working as he had the same battle for words that Y/n had. “You know I’ve always felt very... far away from things.” He shrugged, obviously uncomfortable with getting even close to honest vulnerability. “It’s just a joke. What’s the point of being alive and young if not to have as much foolish fun as possible, right? That’s how you learn. That’s how you make stories - and stories are how you become interesting. It was easier to live like that. Never walking on egg shells for anything, even things that I probably should have. It didn’t matter, it didn’t last. Even school ends, and it was onto the next thing.” His jaw worked again. Y/n felt touched that he really was trying to hard to be sincere. “Sometimes I push things too far. And it’s never bothered me before because everyone is just a part of the game. I’ve always been the only player.

“But, You’re different,” Sebastian added with a sigh. It sounded like the confession partly pained him, and partly lifted a weight off of his chest. An agony and a mercy at the same time. “It’s like you’re playing the game too. You’re the only person who’s been able to really catch me off guard, and playing with you - being with you was fun enough on it’s own. I like performing with you, and being here after school. It isn’t about fun, it’s just... nice.”

Y/n smiled a little as Sebastian grew quiet. He tried to swallow it. Tried to not let the words get to his head. Or his heart. He knew he failed to guard one of them - he wasn’t sure yet which one he had disappointed. “I... appreciate this Bas, but I’m not coming back to the Warblers. That group - it’s not fun anymore. Not for me. And I’m glad you can enjoy it! And that the people there like what you’re doing. Honestly, I think you’re a great leader in your own right. The leader they want, and maybe even need. But the Noteworthies need me too.”

“I get it.” Sebastian nodded, indicating he really did understand what Y/n was saying. “And, if that’s what you really want then... okay.” That seemed to pain him, but he moved on quickly. “I just want some part of you in my life. I liked having you here. It’s too quiet these days. Empty.” He swallowed, and Y/n’s heart ached at the loneliness he saw in the Smythe boy. There was so much more to Sebastian than anyone else knew, and Y/n had always been aware of it but he had never known what to call it. He still didn’t. “Maybe we could merge the groups every once in a while. I think it would still be really fun to perform together. Maybe do a face off for funsies or something.”

This time Y/n didn’t fight his smile. “I’ll talk to the guys about it. But I’m sure they’ll be down. It’s been a little chummy around there anyway. Gotta stir the pot every once in a while.”

Sebastian felt a surge of pride. He knew that it was his influence that had Y/n acting this way. Leaning into chaos, and taking pleasure in it. Missing it when it was gone for too long. Y/n had a very good balance to him, and was good at knowing when to do things and when to pull back. But when he did lean into that fire, he was absolutely stunning to Sebastian. Looking at Y/n like this, Sebastian couldn’t imagine how anyone could prefer him any other way.

When he had been in charge of the Warblers, it had been very hot and cold - either blazing as he battled Sebastian, or shut off and gentle and smooth as he interacted with everyone else in times of peace. It was almost like he had been two different people, and switched between them depending on whether he had to face certain things more often. There was Sebastian’s Y/n, and...

And then it clicked. The way Sebastian had seen Y/n earlier when he had performed with Lyran - it was the exact same way Y/n acted while he had been around Blaine. There was a lot more flirting, but it was all one sided. With Sebastian, that fire had come out because Y/n was engaged. He wasn’t just challenged - he was having fun. Pushing back. With anyone else, Y/n was much more neutral and calm - almost nurturing. He never stopped things that were mostly harmless, but he only actively took part in the games that Sebastian played. He wasn’t indulging someone, he was enjoying it himself. It wasn’t someone else’s game - it was his.

Sebastian felt a surge of victory. Nothing else mattered. And Y/n was right, he wasn’t a prize, but... love was. In a way. And Sebastian had won. He had earned Y/n’s love in a way Lyran never would.

He kept the new knowledge to himself as Y/n sat on the couch next to him. “So,” Y/n began. “You still want to listen to those songs or should I get my homework out?”

“Definitely want to listen to music,” Sebastian answered, nodding. “Maybe you could sing to me.” He leaned in, flirting now, his burning confidence back.

Y/n made a face - halfway between a smirk and that spark in his eyes that was becoming oh so familiar to Sebastian. “Bas, a lot had been happening recently and I still don’t know if I can trust you with... me.” He swallowed, hesitating. There was something he was holding back, or maybe something he didn’t know how to put into words. Sebastian didn’t push - not yet. “It’s been all over the place between us. Can we just take it one step at a time?”

Sebastian didn’t know how to make any order out of their relationship, which really had been all over the place from day one, but if that was really what Y/n wanted the Warbler captain would at least give it a go. “Okay.” He smirked a little, unable to not tease at least a bit. “Does that mean I can’t hold your hand or kiss you or anything, or just that I won’t be taking you back to my room tonight?”

Immediately Y/n rolled his eyes and they were both back to their old ways. “Music, Smythe.”

“Yes sir,” Sebastian answered immediately, orienting his focus on playing the music from where they’d left off in the car. Sebastian had no idea what would happen next, but he knew it would be great.

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terrainofheartfelt · 2 years ago

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Derena: The Early Years, A Playlist

Since I had a “derena sads” playlist, I thought it was only fair to make a “derena happies” one, so check it out for all the cutesy s1 romance vibes.

track list and annotations under the cut

Honeybody — Kishi Bashi with Nu Deco Ensemble We begin…with the CRUSHES On that day, we're together in a real way / Under pressure and safe it's so easy

Boyfriend — Walk the Moon Search my memory banks for what to do / I recall 80s movie scenes / Breakfast Club, Fast Times / And I still don't know what girls like

Daydreamer — Adele (I thought this was a perfect Serena pov beginning to notice & crush on Daniel song, and then I read the annotations that said Adele wrote this about a guy she had a crush on as a teenager who was bi and I thought “even more perfect.” Anyways…19 Supremacy!!!!!!) Daydreamer / With eyes that make you melt / He lends his coat for shelter / Plus he's there for you / When he shouldn't be / But he stays all the same / Waits for you / Then sees you through

Something — Beatles Something in the way she knows / And all I have to do is think of her / Something in the things she shows me

Dancing Queen — as performed by Frank Turner Frank turner cover bc Dan. You are the dancing queen / Young and sweet, only seventeen

Jump Then Fall — tswift The “Serena Is a Smitten Kitten” song I like the way I can't keep my focus / I watch you talk, you didn't notice / I hear the words but all I can think is / We should be together

Diamonds on the Souls of Her Shoes — Paul Smith w/ Ladysmith Black Mambazo 1.05 Daredevil vibes She's a rich girl / She don't try to hide it / Diamonds on the soles of her shoes / He's a poor boy / Empty as a pocket / Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose

Perfect. — Bibi Bourelly w/ Earl St. Clair They really fit in a lot of will they/won’t they those first five eps huh. And it really came down to the thesis of this song. You a little too perfect for me

I Saw Her Standing There — Beatles The next two: Masked Ball energy. Well, she was just seventeen and you know what I mean / And the way she looked was way beyond compare

Only Wanna Dance With You — Kesha You got to me / You saw through me / You're in for it now

Rollercoaster — Bleachers Something something falling for the idea of a person and then that leads to falling for the reality of the person. It was summer when I saw your face / Looked like a teenage runaway / Oh god, I never thought we'd take it that far / Some killer queen you are

Crazy for You — Adele They were both Down Bad ok Lately with this state I'm in, I can't help myself but spin / I wish you'd come over, send me spinning closer to you

Birthday Suit — Kesha That victor/victrola build up Well, baby, you get better and better / The more I get to know ya, get to know ya / It's impossible to get you outta my head / And I keep fighting and fighting the feeling / But I want ya, but I want ya, oh / I know I'm gonna love it, but we haven't even done it yet

the snack that smiles back — Shawn Wasabi ft. raychel jay It’s that uh…derena fic “Other Stuff” iykyk I'm gonna be the one you unwrap / Just take me out and break me in half

Closer — Tegan and Sara The energy of “I want you but this is different from how I’ve wanted anyone else before” and all that anxiety and excitement All you think of lately is getting underneath me / All I dream of lately is how to get you underneath me

I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm — as performed by Ingrid Michaelson Never forget that they had the magical after school special christmas eve first time I can't remember a worst December / Just watch those icicles fall / What do I care if icicles fall

Grilled Cheese — Peach Face You got me sleeping in my makeup / Ruining your pillow cases

Gave Me Something — Jess Glyne I spent my weeks running wild / And now my days, they have changed

Adore You — Miley Cyrus School Lies/Thin Line 1x12/1x13 vibes When you say you love me / Know I love you more / And when you say you need me / Know I need you more

I Believe — Jonas Brothers It’s the I Love You plot! 'Cause I'm here to stay through the good and the bad times / Baby, save me a space in your mind

Love song — Lana Del Rey I believe that you see me for who I am…Oh, be my once in a lifetime

And I Love Her — Passenger The Daniel Humphrey energy is SO strong with this one. She's as new as the springtime / Strong as autumn blows / Warm as the summer / And soft as the snow / She's a thousand miles from here / But she's everywhere I go

Come Away With Me — Norah Jones Idk why, but I feel like this is one these dorks would classify as “their” song. And I want to wake up with the rain / Falling on a tin roof / While I'm safe there in your arms

Oh My Love — The Score End credits happy love song vibes We'll shape this world like it was meant to be / Made of clay for only you and me / Awake with you is better than a dream

#gossip girl #derena #dan x serena #serena van der woodsen #dan humphrey #*#when they were it they were IT #playlist #source: senamarais #source: homeofthenutty

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spidernerdsblog · 4 years ago

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Into You

I have a idea for a smutty story with Peter Parker :D maybe Y/N is a new Avenger, Peter see her at her "welcome" Party but they know each other from a few months ago where they had very great sex (maybe a few details in the story, both love hard sex. Peter is the dom :D). Y/N had a great night with all, the girls love her but peter is a bit shy because he doesn't know if she reminds him. So time after time they repeat the night (please mention it) and fell in love. That would be great haha thaaanks :)) maybe a bit Action, where Y/N looks great in her suit and Peter is surprised what she is able to

Requested by : @fabienneweasley

A/N : Reader's character is inspired by Susan Storm of the fantastic four she basically weilds the power of invisibility and creating forcefields. Hope you like this. Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Peter Parker x Avenger! Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, mature content, unprotected sex (not a wise choice to indulge), dom! peter, fwb -> lovers.

The Avengers are fighting against madame Hydra and her troops

"Parker! Status?" Tony's voice crackles through the intercom whilst Peter fights against a group of Hydra soldiers which seems to just keep on increasing in number.

"Uh Mr Stark things are getting a little crowded over here a little back up would be nice" Peter replies back struggling to keep up the fight as he successfully webs up a bunch of the soldiers. But to his surprise a whole new troop emerges from nowhere.

"Oh no! Karen activate instant kill!" Karen activates the instant kill mode but it still wasn't enough to tackle the whole army as Peter was soon outnumbered. One of the soldiers threw a gamma ray infused bomb which if detonated can be catastrophic to anyone who is hit by its radiation. The bomb detonates with a huge blast but to Peter’s surprise a forcefield forms around it containing the blast inside it, soon the forcefield disintegrates, sucking in the deadly radiation with it like a black hole sucks in everything into it.

"Woah! what the hell was that?!" Peter was awestruck at what just happened.

Suddenly a feminine figure appeared out of the thin air in front of Peter. She was wearing a blue suit which hugged her curves perfectly, hair cascading down her shoulders. And as she turned to face him Peter felt like he was hit by a truck, it was you. He stood there like a statue still processing what he was seeing.

"You're welcome by the way" you quipped, breaking him out of his daze.

"Who are you?" Peter asks though he knew very well who you're but seeing you like this was a huge shock to him.

"Y/N Y/L/N aka storm and you're the famous spiderman"

"Yeah I'm indeed" he chuckles nervously, he was grateful that he was wearing his mask so you couldn’t see his face. You were about to say something when you got interrupted.

"Great work, Y/N" Tony's voice buzzed.

"Thank you Mr Stark" you and Peter fought side by side forcing the Hydra to retreat accepting their defeat.

After the city clean up was done a welcome cum victory party was arranged for you in the evening at the compound. Peter was shuffling on his feet in anticipation of meeting you face to face. The huge spacious hall was feeling stuffy for him. Everyone was enjoying themselves as you walked in a shimmery electric blue number looking stunning as always hair styled into loose waves a dazzling smile adorned your face, eyes scanning through the crowd and momentarily you lock eyes with Peter from across the room but you were soon to look away as if you didn't recognize him.

Peter's mind was a mess, never did he imagine he would run into you again and in a circumstance like this. He had so much to say to you. But you acted so oblivious. Don't you remember him at all? Moreover he was feeling way too shy to approach you what if you actually don't remember him. Tony clinked his champagne glass to draw everyone's attention standing at the center of the room with you beside him

"Ladies and gentlemen I would like to introduce you to our newest addition to the team’’ He introduced you ‘‘The very young and talented Y/N Y/L/N!" everyone clapped and cheered for you.

"Hello everyone honored to be a part of this incredible team and looking forward to working with you guys" For a fraction of second your eyes met Peter’s and memories rushed back in. You never expected to see him again not at a place like this. What is he even doing here?

"Y/N come let me introduce you to the rest of the team" Tony offered you happily followed him as he introduced you to Steve, Sam, Bucky, Rhodes, Dr Banner and then the other ladies of the team.

"Welcome to the circus girl" Natasha joked patting your shoulder "we girls always stick together, you'll love it here"

"Yeah and any problem feel free to come to us" Wanda insisted.

"Sure" you gave a broad smile as you engaged in a hearty conversation with them, your eyes occasionally fleeting towards Peter who was standing at a corner.

"Hey kid, why are you standing there all alone? Come here" Tony called out to him. Peter hesitantly made his way towards where you were standing as you watched him intently.

"And last but not the least my young and promising protégé, kid this is Y/N and Y/N this is-" you cut him off

"Peter" Peter looked at you wide eyed you indeed remember him.

"You know him?" Tony asks amused

"Yeah we met last year at Uni. I was an exchange student there before you know I got hit by some weird cosmic rays"

"Well then great! Peter can show you around won't you kid?"

"Yeah would love to Mr Stark" he smiled.

"Looking forward to working with you, Parker or may I say spiderman" you smirked with a playful glint in your eyes strutting past him to mingle with the other guests.

The summer of last year will always be memorable for you. Firstly because you accidentally got hit by cosmic radiation and got your powers and the epic one night stand that you will never forget. You were an exchange student for the Biophysics programme at the Empire State University though you actually never fitted the perfect description of a nerd because you were never a bookworm, very much outspoken, loved to go out and yet managed to score a perfect A during exams one could say you were the best of both worlds. You were a burst of energy in a classroom full of a bunch of nerds and none of them interest you. But in that classroom full of geeks one particular brunette in glasses caught your eyes. The cute awkward guy of the class Peter Parker. He had this boyish charm that you tried but couldn’t resist. You have often caught him stealing glances at you but every time he used to turn away flustered.

Peter himself couldn't deny the fact that he was attracted to you since the day you walked into the class, you were beautiful as well as witty but he knew it very well that you were out of his league and then you started to hang out with Harry Osborn and he started dating Gwen so nothing really happened between you two. And since none of you took the initiative to make a move both of you continued to secretly have a crush on each other though it was just a matter of time.

The club was crazy packed. It was a Friday night so you weren’t exactly sure why it surprised you. You were standing near the bar deciding your drink for tonight when your eyes caught a rather unusual visitor, Peter Parker. He was sulking at the corner of the counter looking a bit tired. You ordered two drinks and took them in your hands making your way towards him. You slid a glass to him, breaking him from his thoughts as he looked up to you.

"Rough day?" you ask nonchalantly. He smiles letting out a long sigh.

"Is it that obvious?" you chuckle lightly.

"Oh no, just never took you as a club going person"

"Well you’re kind of right, I was actually thinking of getting out of here"

"So where's blondie?" you ask while taking a sip of your drink.

"Uh we're taking a break" He answers nervously.

"Oh I see" you "Then let’s drink to that" you raised his glass in front of him

"No it’s fine, I’m not a drinker actually"

"C'mon for one night, now drink up" you insisted. He gulped down the drink, slightly wincing at the burning taste down his throat.

"Let’s go" you grabbed his hand pulling him off his seat.

"Where?"

"To dance! We are in a club Peter" You exclaim.

"I-I can't dance" He stutters nervously.

"Rubbish! Everyone can dance" you dragged him with you. Peter stood in the middle of the dancefloor feeling a little uncomfortable as well as nervous after all he had a crush on you and the last thing he wants is to disappoint you. He watched you intently as you swayed to the music. You took his hands and placed them on your hips placing your own around his neck making him sway with you. He slowly began to loosen up and dance with you enjoying the vibe. After sometime you went to have a couple of shots together and you were nevertheless drunk.

"So you and Harry, huh?" Peter asked, downing another shot.

"Nah we're just messing around" you shrug

"So no one in our class interests you either?"

"Good boys aren't my type. I mean they're real softies and that's cute" you scrunch your nose "But I prefer a little hardcore" You gave a subtle wink.

"Maybe you're wrong to judge just by the looks"

"Well I would be happy if you prove me otherwise" You practically challenged him.

"With all my pleasure if you want" he smirks. His eyes had a mischievous glint that you have never seen before. Things escalated pretty quickly as you found yourself back in your apartment in your bedroom. Your back arched up, face buried in the pillows as Peter took you from the back.

"Fuck!" Your grip tightened on the sheets as he rammed into your throbbing cunt. His grip tight on your ass, as he pulls you back to meet with his thrusts. Your elbows felt weak nearly in the state of giving out as you jolted forward everytime he snapped his hips going deep inside you hitting your sweet spot. He places a slap on your ass as you yelp in shock. You couldn't think straight the only thing you could focus on how well he was fucking you.

His hand goes to grab your hair pulling you back, flush against his strong and sturdy chest.

"You like it don't you? To be fucked hard like the slut you’re" he growled pressing his lips roughly to yours swallowing your moans one hand snaking down to rub your sensitive bud as he fucks you hard and fast. You felt delirious as you felt the knot build inside you. You screamed out his name as your orgasm washed over he was quick to follow suit.

Though it was a one night thing but it was worth it. After that night he had truly left you wondering how a nerd like him was so fit and strong and now you know why and if you had to put it quite plainly you were properly railed by spiderman last summer.

..........

"Sparring with you on my first day is it really necessary?" you quip

"You need to start from day one now C'mon give me your best shot" Nat stood defensively as you lunged towards her throwing a punch that she dodged without any effort before tripping you and causing you to fall on the ground. You groan in pain before pulling yourself back on your feet.

"Ow! that hurt"

"You really need to build up your lower body strength, start with some leg exercise today, do squats 3 sets 10 reps"

"Yes mam"

Peter was sparring with Sam, the moment you walked in that sports bra and skin tight pants he knew he was gone, his eyes frequently drifting away to you as he watched you work out squatting in those skin tight yoga pants which just perfectly defined your plump round ass.

"Yo Parker! Eyes here"

"Yeah, yeah sorry" Peter stutters as he feels his face heating up.

After you finished your set of workout you went to grab your water bottle. Peter's eyes were transfixed on you the whole time as he noticed a little bit of the water drizzled down the corner of your mouth trailing down to your chest just between your perfect cleavage. The only thing he could think of right now was to rip that sports bra off you and suck on to those perfect tits. You noticed your secret admirer through the glass as you sent a playful wink his way. Peter choked on his spit, turning away flustered as if a deer caught in the headlights. You turned around lazily walking towards him.

"You know I'm not a psychic so if you got something to say just say instead of staring at me like a creep" you quip.

"Wha-what do I have to say to you?" He stutters.

"I don't know, maybe hey how are you? It's been a long time" you half shrug.

"Uhh…''

"OK my bad" you turn to leave Peter scrunches his face at how stupid it was of him.

''Umm Y/N!" he called you as you turned to face him again.

"Yeah?"

"It's good to see you again"

"Good to see you too Parker" you smiled.

A few days went by like this, both stealing glances at each other from time to time when you were present in the same room or during your missions a lot of unspoken words and emotions bubbling inside of you trying to come out. Peter couldn’t help but admire this new and powerful you. He never got the chance to talk to you after that night because you just vanished from his life and now he knows why.

..........

A new threat arrived from madame Hydra again when she seized the cube and shielded it in a dome of lethal gamma radiation. The team had already sorted out a plan to defeat her malicious plans and you were to play a big part in it.

"May I come in?" You knocked at Peter’s door. He was busy on his computer as he turned to see you outside his room.

"Huh,yea-yeah sure" He says nervously. You smiled in return and walked into his room, eyes looking around.

"Umm so Tony asked me to discuss with you the plan of how we are going to execute the whole infiltration thing to retrieve the cube which is shielded with gamma radiation’’ you showed him a holographic structure of the dome. ‘‘Anybody entering the dome will become an abomination. So you guys will distract them and I in the meantime will disintegrate the gamma dome so you can retrieve the cube" You looked up from the hologram to find Peter staring at you intently.

"What? Is anything wrong?"

"No-no, it’s absolutely fine" Peter fumbles

"Then what is it?"

"Jus-just still can’t believe that you are here and-and-"

"have super powers just like you which by the way was shocking for me too given that we knew each other for a while" You snicker, Peter smiles shaking his head.

"So how did this all happen?"

"Well a little misadventure with the quantum tunnel in the lab I got exposed to its energy and ta da! Now I make force fields as well as can go invisible"

"But now you can save the world"

"Yeah that's true" you chuckle "So how's blondie?" Peter stiffens at your question.

"Don't know, haven't been in contact for a while" He shrugs.

"Why what happened?"

"There were some differences so we parted ways"

"Oh I'm sorry" you place a hand on his gently

"Don't be" he smiles, eyes soft, gazing at you longingly as you gazed in his eyes too for how long you didn't know before you shook yourself from the daze clearing your throat.

"Uh I think I should go to my room now"

"Yeah-yeah sure" He stutters.

The tension between you was thickening at each passing day and soon it reached its breaking point. The other team members were out on a mission in which you weren’t required so you were now in the kitchen leaning on the counter with a nutella jar in your hand and a spoon in your mouth savoring on the delicacy when Peter walked in unannounced making you jump in fright.

"Oh god!" you gasped, surprising him even.

"Woah! relax it's just me"

"I thought you were Nat, jeez" you blew out your cheeks as he chuckles.

"Please don't tell her I'm not allowed to have this as per her new diet plan"

"My lips are sealed" He assures you with a playful smile as he goes to open the fridge and takes out the juice carton to drink. You poked your finger to swipe the nutella from the edges of the jar as you lick on to your fingers. Peter was following each and every movement of yours the way your eyes fluttered closed whilst you licked and sucked your fingers clean. He gulped as he felt heat rising in his body at your teasing gestures. Your fingers fell short to scoop the leftover at the bottom of the jar as you huffed in defeat. Peter stood in front of you as he gave out his hand

"May I?" You gave him the jar his long slender fingers easily reached the bottom of the jar as he scooped the cream on his two fingers and brought it to your lips. You stick out your tongue giving a kitten lick before wrapping your lips around his fingers. You hummed sucking his fingers a little deeper as you looked at him with big doe eyes. Peter groaned feeling himself harden at the mere sight of you sucking his fingers, a little moan escaped from your own mouth as you continued sucking, swirling your tongue around his fingers coating them with your saliva. You release his fingers with a pop, a trail of your saliva connecting your lips with his fingers.

He swiped his thumb on your plump lower lip eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. Your vision was clouded with lust and so was his as his lips came down to brush against yours. Both of you were breathing heavily as you grabbed his face and sealed your lips together. He slipped his tongue in your mouth, prying it open exploring it. Your hands go to grab on to his soft curls making him groan into the kiss. His hands trail down to your ass giving it a light squeeze through your shorts

"Oh missed this so much" He gasped, pulling away for some air.

"Does Mr Stark know that his young protégé isn't that innocent he looks like?" You bite your lip as one hand goes to palm his growing bulge through his sweatpants. He grips on to your wrist a cocky grin forming on his face.

"Maybe you need a little reminder of whose name you were screaming last summer"

"Then remind me Parker" your voice is challenging yet sultry. His eyes darkened as he threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potato and carried you to his room. He dropped you on the mattress whilst climbing on top of you whilst taking of his tshirt revealing his toned torso. You ran your hands through his muscular chest encircling them around his neck as you pulled him down, your lips meeting fervently as he grinded his hips to your clothed core.

"Mmmph Peter" you pull away after sometime

"What? Is something wrong?" He asks with concern in his eyes.

"No just lock the door, don't want others to come back and know about us do you?"

"Oh, yeah OK" he went to lock the door when a mischievous idea crossed your mind. You quickly stripped out of your clothes and got off the bed. Peter turned to see your clothes lying on the floor with no sign of you in the room.

"Y/N this is not funny!" He whined as your giggles could be heard in the room.

"Find me if you can spider boy" you giggled. Peter smirked accepting your challenge as he closed his eyes and focused his senses. He was able to hear you breathing and he swiftly moved to the direction pinning you against the wall. You squeal as your whole body slowly becomes visible to Peter.

"Gotcha!" he says pining both of your wrists against the wall.

"I’ll give you that spider boy" you smirk as you went to hold on to his face but were unable to move your hands when you noticed he had webbed your wrists to the wall.

"Parker!" You glared at him.

"Who's laughing now?" he chuckles as he brushes lips on the sensitive spot behind your ears making you shudder. He parts your legs placing his knee between them whilst he drags his lips down the column of your neck to your collar bones as you whimper at his touch. He trails further down to your exposed tits attacking your soft mounds with wet kisses before latching on to your hardened bud, rolling the other with his nimble fingers. He sucked and nipped on it as you moaned loudly. He pulled away gasping eyes dripping with lust as he went to kiss you passionately meanwhile his fingers brushed against your wet heat as you arch into his touch, making him smirk as he dips a finger and brings it to his mouth.

"Mmm tastes perfect just as I remember" He sucks his finger before continuing his journey further south slowly kneeling down. He hitches your leg over his shoulder as he looks at your soaking cunt hungrily. Two of his fingers spreads your slick folds as he licks a bold stripe drawing a loud moan out of you.

"Oh fuck!" he smirks before his thin lips wrap around your sensitive bud as he dips a finger inside your heat. He thrusted in and out of you with a steady pace swirling his tongue exploring more of your pussy. He added another digit pumping them in and out of your core as you squirmed above him. One of his hands held your thigh, keeping you in place. You wanted to touch him, tug on to his hair so badly as you struggled to free yourself from the restraints biting your lips hard as jolts of pleasure coursed through your body.

You felt a tight knot building inside you and as you were about to tip over the edge to your shock he pulled away.

"What the hell Peter!" you snapped at him with frustration at your ruined orgasm.

"With that attitude did you think I would let you cum?" He chuckles darkly, you whined in anguish and desperation as you rubbed your thighs to get yourself some relief. He stands up face glistening with your arousal, his hand reaches to cup your face.

"What happened pretty girl? You want to cum?"

"Yes please Peter" you gave him your best puppy eyes.

"Such a needy little thing aren't you?" He chuckles seeing you at his mercy.

"Only for you Peter"

"Well if you be a good girl maybe I’ll let you cum on my cock" saying so he quickly got rid of his sweatpants and boxers and lined himself to your dripping entrance. He kisses you roughly before slowly sliding inside you, stretching your walls deliciously.

"Ungh shit so tight!" He grunts lifting you up from the floor with his strong arms as you lock your ankles around his waist pulling him closer to you. He begins to pound into you making you see stars hitting your spot every time he bottomed out.

"Oh feels so good Peter" you moan.

"I know baby. You feel so snug and warm around me, so perfect, my beautiful angel" he showered praises whilst sucking the nape of your neck marking you up.

"Peter please let me touch you!" you begged him desperately. He finally complied to your request as his hand went up to your wrists and ripped off the webs. Once free your hands greedily go to grab on to his face and kiss him hungrily while he keeps on with his punishing pace.

He halts for a moment still inside you as he pulls you away from the wall and carries you to the bed and lays you down gently with him on top of you. He draws back his hips and slams back right in picking up the pace from where he just left.

"Peter…" you breathed out as you felt the knot growing inside you.

"Yes baby, you going to cum? I can feel you squeezing me real hard" Your back arched when he brought his thumb to your clit drawing tight circles around it coaxing you to fall over the edge. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you gripped on to his biceps nails digging into his skin. You were a moaning mess by now, the fire burning in the pit of your stomach made you feel like you would combust any minute

"That's it baby, give it to me" Peter encouraged you.

Your body convulsed as your orgasm came crashing down on you. Peter continued with his thrusts fucking you through your high as he chased his own. His movements grew sloppier and with a few more labored thrusts you felt him twitch as he came inside you his warm release coating your pulsating walls. Your body trembled with the aftershocks as Peter collapsed on top of you panting head buried in the crook of your neck as you both gasped for air completely exhausted. He pulled out after sometime, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder he rolled over to your side. Peter gazed at your figure as he watched your bare chest rise up and down when his eyes went to the bruises on your skin courtesy of him as concern clouded his face.

"You okay?" he asks, rubbing soothing circles on the bruised areas. You turned to him gazing into his soft brown eyes.

"I'm more than okay" you breathed out smiling with content.

Though you thought once this sexual tension between you subsidized you would be able to think clearly. But you were wrong as now you couldn't keep your hands off each other for a second. From lingering teasing touches to sneaking away from the eyes of the senior avengers in the lab or a quickie while on the quinjet during a mission. You had become addicted to each other making you come back for more after each time. Still you guys never acknowledged the course of your relationship. It scared you both what if the other didn’t feel the same way so you were content with this current arrangement of yours.

"Oh shit we’re late!" you shrieked checking the time as you turned to meet with a sleeping Peter you took your time to admire him. He looks so sweet and peaceful you really wished you could wake up to this sight everyday. You nudged Peter to wake him from his sleep.

"Peter! Peter, wake up!"

"Ungh what is it?" he groaned pulling the covers over him.

"We are late for our training" he forced his eyes open

"Huh what? What’s the time?"

"It’s ten past seven already"

"Oh shit! Cap's gonna kill me" Peter hurries out of the bed stumbling as he got tangled in the bed sheets before running to the bathroom. You laugh at his antics as you sneaked out of his room to go back to your room.

You were busy sweating it out in the gym after getting an earful from both Cap and Nat for your lack of punctuality you heard Bucky saying

"Hey queens what's with all these red marks on your neck?" you swallowed hard as Peter’s eyes bulged out in fear of getting caught.

"Umm nothing-nothing it-it was a cat, that-that I saved yesterday" he spluttered. "that darn cat, heh" he chuckles nervously.

"Wait let me see" Sam joins in too "Looks like some really big cat" he laughs

"Seems like the kid here is getting some, who is this unlucky girl who fell for you" Bucky teased

"Shut up man! It's nothing like that" Peter shoved him with his elbow.

"Oh c'mon leave my young adult alone he's way too innocent for this" Tony intervened meanwhile heat rose to your face listening to their conversation. Natasha noticed you standing all flustered.

"So is something going on between you two?" she asks you directly

"Between who?" you frowned at her question.

"You and Peter"

"Nothing! we're just good friends" you shrug "He's not even my type" you clarified totally flustered with the whole ordeal. Natasha decided to let you go though she was still suspicious with you two.

.........

You were at the Hydra base the other avengers were busy fighting their whole army making it easier for you to reach the shielded dome. Tony and Banner had devised a plan to blast the shield off which will release a tremendous amount of energy that you will contain inside your forcefield. And as per the plan Tony blasted off the dome you created a forcefield immediately shielding everyone Peter noticed the discomfort you were facing to hold it.

"Y/N no! It's dangerous for you don't force yourself" concern laced in his voice

"I can do it, trust me" You gave all of your strength you had in your body creating a massive forcefield to contain the radiation from the blast but it was true you never did this on such a large scale and it was taking a toll on you. Your ears and nose started to bleed. Peter noticed that as he grabs you by your shoulders and tries to stop you from using more of your powers.

"Y/N stop it, you're getting weak" he was scared of losing you.

"No I can do this!" You assured him as you managed to diffuse the radiation inside the field, finally letting go. Your body was completely drained out, your vision blurring out as you collapsed unconscious.

"Y/N!" Peter was quick to catch you. You were immediately rushed to the med bay in the compound. Banner checked your vitals and everyone was relieved that you were fine but you needed a long bed rest to recover.

You woke up after how long you don't know but your body felt rejuvenated. You sit up to find Peter sitting beside you dozing in his sleep. Your slight movement woke him up.

"Oh Y/N! thank god you're finally awake" he sprung up to his feet "How are you feeling?"

"Refreshed to be honest"

"Never ever do something like that again or I swear I'll web your hands" he scolds you

"Hey it's okay, I'm OK. Come sit beside me" he sat beside you as you looped your fingers to his "See? I'm absolutely fine"

"You know how scared I was? You have been unconscious for twelve hours"

"You don't need to be so worried about me Pete"

"Yes I have to because-because.." he fumbled

"Because what Peter?"

"Because I love you Y/N!"

"What?" you couldn't believe your ears.

"Yes Y/N I love you and if anything happens to you I will be not able to forgive myself ever"

"Peter… " you cupped his face.

"I know you never had feelings for me but this the truth I love you…"

"Hey who said I never felt anything for you? You were all I could think of since last summer"

"For real?" Peter was finding it hard to believe that you actually liked him too.

"Yes you idiot, I love you too!" You pressed your lips to his. It was all soft and gentle at the beginning which pretty soon escalated into a more passionate one with teeth and tongue involved in it you got on his lap as his hands kneaded the soft skin of your ass.

"Hey Y/N! We heard you are awake-" all the older avengers were stunned at the scene in front of them as you jumped away from each other in embarrassment. Steve was shaking his head in dismissal, Sam and Bucky had a huge grin plastered on their face while Tony was utterly shocked and amused. Nat was the first to speak up.

"Umm you seem to be doing quite well, we'll leave you two alone" she says clearing her throat.

"Aww I'm so happy for guys!" Wanda chirped before Nat dragged her away.

"Be safe kid" Tony added before leaving, adding more to your embarrassment. After everyone left you were the first one to speak up

"So how long have you been into me?"

"Since forever my love" he smirks tackling you down on your back, you squeal as he smothers you with kisses.

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xneens · 4 years ago

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Warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, alcohol consumption

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Summary: In which you want to fuck him until daylight.

You might think I'm crazy

The way I've been cravin'

If I put it quite plainly

Just give me them babies

Downing the shot of vodka, you cheered loudly, grinning as you noticed you had beaten the others. Your friend followed your actions, downing his before slamming it back on the bar. You giggled, wiping away the droplet of vodka running down your chin. "I win. Again."

"How the fuck are you not on the floor?" Jace asked, almost breathless. The blond-haired man took a sip of water, trying to un-pucker his lips. "I'mma cut you off or you'll hate yourself tomorrow while nursing the worse hangover."

You pouted, making a face at the glass of water Jace has slide over to you. "One more. I promise this'll be the last one."

Spending a Friday night with your lifelong best friend, getting drunk off your ass is exactly what you needed after an impossibly long week at work. He had suggested dancing but you took it a step further with hard earned shots. There wasn't a doubt you'd wake up with the nastiest hangover tomorrow. Yet, you didn't, not when you hung out with your best friend; nothing could go wrong.

"That's what you said three shots ago. Come on, drink some water and we can dance for a few minutes before I take you home." Jace said, practically forcing you to take a big gulp of water. Once you had complied, he smiled, catching the eye of the hottest guy in the club, who had been staring at you while his friends' conversations fell deaf to his ears. Jace leaned in, his mouth near your ear. "That guy is staring at you."

Resisting the urge to look, you hope, whoever he is, is cute. You took another sip of water while Jace tried to pinpoint where he saw the man before. "And are we sure he isn't staring at you? You look bomb as fuck tonight, babe."

Jace rolled his eyes, casting his eyes back to you. "I'm pretty positive. Sis didn't even notice me catching him staring. Honest to god, I swear I've seen him somewhere before, he looks so familiar."

Curiosity getting the best of you and you abruptly turned around, meeting a pair of the bluest eyes you've ever seen. He sat in a booth full of his friends, a bottle of beer in his hands while his eyes widened when they met yours. The man was handsome as hell, with broad shoulders, a toned chest that shown through his tight white shirt, biceps as big as 10 year old's head. The Patriots hat covered his hair but from what you could tell, he had dark hair, maybe dark brown but as of the moment, you couldn't tell. Not with the way he was looking at you.

So what are you doing tonight?

Better say, "Doin' you right"

Watching movies, boy, we

Ain't seein' a thing tonight

Subconsciously, you licked your lips, turning your attention back to Jace, a trail of goosebumps appearing on your arm. "Holy fuck, he's gorgeous."

"Ride his horse til you can't no more." Jace replied, grinning slyly when you smacked his arm. He took a sip of his drink, grimacing when the liquid burned his throat. "But seriously, go for it. You'd make a cute couple, or if you don't want that, he looks like he's a good fuck."

Glancing back at the man, you saw him talking to his friends with a comical expression on, like he was arguing about something. You couldn't deny how hot he is. "He does, doesn't he?"

"I've got a plan." Jace announced, jumping out of his chair, his fluffy hair bouncing at the movement. He reached out, taking your hands in his before leading you to the crowded dance floor, bodies grinding and jumping along to the music. He put a hand on your waist, the other turning you around the face the unbelievable hot man. "Dance."

Following his command, you moved your hips in the rhythm of the music, throwing your hands up, letting Jace guide your body. You could feel his eyes on you, maybe a few on you, but you didn't look up, focusing on not making a fool of yourself, which wouldn't be hard considering the amount of vodka you drank. Ariana Grande came on, singing about how she wanted to 69 with her boyfriend when you finally looked up.

But the Patriots hottie wasn't sitting in his booth, the seat he occupied now vacant. You were about to turn around when you noticed the navy blue hat towering over you. The man glanced at your best friend, and Jace immediately took his hands off your waist, leaning towards the guy, squishing you between them.

"Hi!" Jace screamed, barely heard from the loud thumping of the music. "I'm not her boyfriend, just a very helpful friend. She's been stressed out at work, so do whatever you need to do to help her relax if you know what I mean. I'll leave you guys be. Have fun!"

Before you could elbow him, Jace left, squeezing in between bodies to get away. You were left with the grinning man, his smile making a dimple on his left cheek. Playfully rolling your eyes, you yelled your name at him, introducing yourself.

He held out his hand, leaning closer so you could hear what he was saying. You shook his hand. "I'm Chris! It's really nice to meet you!"

Laughing, you nodded, telling him the same. By the end of the night, you'd both be deaf. "Do you wanna dance with me?"

"Yeah!" Chris shouted, covering an ear with his hand.

It was the vodka that made you put step closer to him, turning your back, and leaning against the fine specimen. His arms wrapped around your abdomen, his crotch pressing between your ass cheeks, and head rested on your shoulder, his lips brushing your ear. You could feel the hardness pressing against you, and you arched your back, his crotch grinding against your ass.

Chris groaned, while you let out a little mewl, loving how he felt against you. The electronic music came back on, the LED lights flashing across the whole club while purple jumped up and down, pumping their fist in the air. Both you and Chris followed the crowd, grinding against one another as you jumped, his hot breath tickling your hair.

The vibe between the two of you intensified, the air around you hot, the body heat multiplying as the dancing continued. From the corner of your eye, you could see your best friend dancing with a girl, keeping a close eye on you. Giving him a thumbs up and a smile, you threw your head back, exposing your neck to Chris. Taking his chance, he pressed a soft kiss on it, earning a soft moan from you. His lips were soft, warm, and addicting.

Turning back around, you put a hand on his chest, feeling the toned pecs under the thin shirt. An arm wrapped around his neck, and immediately, he dipped his head down, crashing his lips down on yours. Moaning, you slipped your tongue inside his mouth, both of them swirling as you locked lips. You could hear the muffled cheers from Jace, ignoring the blood rushing to your cheeks from kissing a man you barely knew.

His hands roamed your body, an arm pulling you even closer to him while a hand tangled themselves in your hair, the slight pain edging you even more. Wetness dampened your underwear, the juices ruining the fabric. Chris' lips tasted like beer, with a hint of vanilla chapstick. It made you crave him even more. Breaking away from the kiss, you planted, breathless from the passionate lip lock. His eyes darkened, landing on your cleavage before making their way up to your lips.

Leaning in, you whispered. "Bathroom."

Without hesitation, he took your hand, quickly pulling you away from the dance floor, leading you to the nearest bathroom. And that happened to be the men's. Chris didn't waste any second, pushing you agains the wall as soon as the door shut. He immediately locked the door, not caring if the bathroom was preoccupied. It wasn't.

I don't wanna keep you up

But show me, can you keep it up?

'Cause then I'll have to keep you up

So maybe I'ma keep you up, boy

I've been drinking coffee

And I've been eating healthy

Know I keep it squeaky, yeah

Saving up my energy

A pair of lips met yours, a hand cupping your cheek, and an arm tugging off your black top while yours crawled to the hem of his. Breaking the kiss, you pulled off your shirt, throwing the fabric on the dirty bathroom floor. His dropped next to yours.

Your hands unbuckled his belt, heavy breathing, and buttons unhooking filled the silent room. Clothes fell to the floor; it wasn't long until you stood in front of one another, naked as the day you were born. With a pounding heart, Chris fondled your tits, squeezing and kneading for a full minute while his cock swelled, lifting up higher and higher until it poked your stomach.

"Your tits are so perfect," Chris whispered, dipping his head to lick a hard nipple.

You let out a whimper, pushing him away only to drop to your knees, his cock in your face. You took his rippling hard cock into your mouth. You'd never had anything that big in your mouth before, but you sucked in as much as you could and stroked the rest with your hand, cupping his heavy balls with the other.

"Ooh, yes, sweetheart," Chris groaned. "That's my good girl. You suck it so good, pretty baby."

Can you stay up all night?

Fuck me 'til the daylight?

Thirty-four, thirty-five

Can you stay up all night?

Fuck me 'til the daylight?

Thirty-four, thirty-five

You gaze up at his face while you sucked him, making sure you could see the pleasure on his face. The way he was gazing down at you with pure lust in his eyes made your cunt flush with heat. You knew you were going to need to cum, but you wanted it to be on his cock. You bobbed your head along the shaft, sucking him harder and faster while you could feel his balls tightening up in your hand.

The pleasure of taking a man's cum in your mouth was always satisfying but your newfound love for watching a big, hard cock spurt warm cum onto your skin took over. When Chris grunted and warned you he was going to cum you backed against the way, and furiously stroked his shaft directly into your face. He was staring down at you with fire in his lustful eyes. He grunted and huffed desperately while ribbons of his cum burst from his cock and spattered your doll-like face. Opening your mouth, you welcomed some of the man's gooey discharge directly onto your tongue.

Chris' cum was tangy, but it was the yummiest treat you'd ever had in your mouth. After letting it linger on your tongue for a moment or two, you finally swallowed it down, giving you the warmest feeling in your tummy you'd ever had. A moment later, Chris was pulling you to your feet. He pressed a soft kiss on your lips, moaning softly.

"I want you," he stated, his cock already hardening despite cumming only a few seconds ago. His eyes burned with lust. "Now."

Kissing him back, you smirked, knowing the effect you had on men. "Then take me."

Baby, you might need a seatbelt when I ride it

I'ma leave it open like a door, come inside it

Even though I'm wifey, you can hit it like a side chick

Don't need no side dick, no

Got the neighbors yelling' "Earthquake!"

4.5 when I make the bed shake

But you down to hit it even though it's lightweight

His cock was nestled against your cunt, making your slut warm and wet. You kissed for a few more minutes before Chris' cock was fully hard, rubbing against your dewy slit. Chris pushed the thick dome of his cock into your slick, smooth opening, earning a loud moan from you.

His imposing cock was pushing inside against you and filling your hole like it had never been filled before. He felt so thick and hard, that fat shaft scraping against your inner walls. Before you even knew what was happening, Chris was pumping your hole with every, hard inch of his cock. His body was so much bigger than yours. You felt like you were being impaled, and the way his huge cock was driving you higher and higher was turning you into his own, personal cock-loving cumslut.

You whimpered, wiggling your hips to get some friction. "Fuck! I love your cock so much."

Chris pulled every inch of his cock out, leaving the head just in before pounding into you. You both moaned, loving the way his cock filled you so much. "I love this pussy. And your mouth. I want to fuck you until you have my cum dripping down your thighs."

We'll start it at midnight, go 'til the sunrise

Don't have to save time

But who's counting the time when we got it for life?

I know all your favorite spots

We can take it from the top

You're such a dream come true, true

Make a bitch wanna hit snooze, ooh

Before you could answer, he drove his big cock into your slippery fuckhole with increasingly forceful thrusts, leaving you speechless. Nothing felt as good as being fucked by the handsome stranger. Chris kept kissing your mouth and tits while driving his cock into you with long, hard thrusts.

You climaxed at least two times from the hot fucking. On the second time, you started begging him to fill your pussy with his cum. "Do it inside me, Chris. Fill my cunt till it's dripping back out."

Between the clenching grip of your climaxing pussy, and your eager need to be filled with cum, Chris' cock exploded deep inside your tight channel, filling you up and with a hard creamy load of his cum. You climaxed until you were breathless. Chris pressed his forehead against your own, panting while his softening cock stayed inside your cunt. You could feel his cum dripping out of pussy, slowly sliding down the inside of your thighs.

"Well, fuck." Chris breathed. You laughed, panting still. He pulled away slightly, looking you in the eyes. "I should tell you I usually don't do this. Believe it or not, but this is the first time I fucked in such a public place."

Nodding, you agreed, looking to your left, seeing your reflection in the mirror. You looked like you just had a good fuck. "Me, too. Um, we should probably get cleaned up and get out. Someone might want to use the bathroom."

But Chris didn't move, neither did you. "Actually, before your friend encouraged me to fuck you, I came up to ask you a question."

"Yes?"

"Would you like to go out sometime?" he asked sheepishly, blushing, cock still inside.

You couldn't help but laugh at the weird situation. "I'm sorry but are you actually asking me that when your cock is still in me?"

Chris blushed even harder, pulling his cock out, your cum glistening it. "Right, sorry. So, what'd you say? Just one date?"

Chuckling, you nodded, a big smile on your face. "Yeah, I'm down."

Means I wanna 69 with you

No shit

Math class

Never was good

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Leverage Season 3, Episode 2, The Reunion Job, Audio Commentary Transcript

Jonathan Frakes: Hello everyone I'm Johnathan Frakes.

Michael Colton: Michael Colton.

John Aboud: John Aboud.

Aldis Hodge: This is Al Hodge.

Chris Downey: Chris Downey.

John Rogers: Am I sexual chocolate if you’re Al Hodge?

[Laughter]

John Rogers: It's John Rogers.

Aldis Hodge: Sexual chocolate is coming up.

John Rogers: Executive Producer of this particular episode, along with Chris Downey. And those other gentlemen are the writers and director down at the end. Welcome to The Reunion Job. Boys, which we always ask in the opening sequence, where'd this episode come about?

Michael Colton: The- initially you guys told us you wanted to do a high school reunion episode. And I think all you had was ‘they go undercover at a high school reunion’ and I think you had the end beat of the dancing.

John Rogers: Yes.

Michael Colton: At the dance.

John Rogers: Right, yeah.

Michael Colton: And so from that we started thinking, you know, who would be a good villain for this episode? Someone who high school meant a lot to.

Jonathan Frakes: You talked over my Bourne Identity opening!

[Laughter]

John Rogers: Sorry. Frakes why don't you tell us about the-

Jonathan Frakes: No, I got my-

John Rogers: Where'd that particular opening come from?

John Aboud: Bourne Supremacy.

Jonathan Frakes: I'm kidding. Bourne Supremacy.

John Rogers: Bourne Supremacy.

Jonathan Frakes: Carry on.

John Rogers: That was a very aggressive style.

Jonathan Frakes: Where’d you get the rest of this story?

John Aboud: Well as nerds, we were able to channel the rage of a software magnate. Why would a software magnate be bad in the Leverage universe? Well maybe he's supplying his software to some very bad people overseas.

Michael Colton: Well right at the time we were writing this, there was the Irianian- the aftermath of the Iranian elections, so it was actually in the news that this kind of thing could be happening.

John Aboud: And this episode aired on the one year anniversary of that election. And around- and the protests.

Michael Colton: There was enough propaganda.

John Rogers: It was actually funny, we did get one phone call that's like ‘are we gonna get in trouble for like- can we be open to litigation?’ I went ‘if one of the most evil regimes on earth wants to sue us, I don't really see that as a problem.’

Michael Colton: That would be good press for the show. Iran sues-

Jonathan Frakes: Any publicity is good publicity.

John Rogers: Exactly. Now who's playing our victim here? Did a great job.

Jonathan Frakes: That's Ricki Bhullar.

John Rogers: Yep, fantastic job. And now Frakes, why don't you tell us about that opening? What- cause it was a very different opening than what we usually do.

Jonathan Frakes: Well I think what we try to do with each of our cold opens is to either pay an homage or, in other words, steal stylistically from a show.

Chris Downey: Yes.

Jonathan Frakes: From a Hitchcock show, or from you know-

John Rogers: It lets you know what the rest of the shows gonna be like.

Jonathan Frakes: Well- hopefully. Or that you just feel like the story of this show is in this particular style. That was a Bourne Supremacy rip off.

John Rogers: Yes.

Jonathan Frakes: How many shots can we get? How fast can we cut it? How fast can this action happen? And it has that vibe of international espionage.

John Rogers: Yep. Also that room was great, it was built totally on set. That was actually just a two wall set, wasn’t it?

Jonathan Frakes: That was a three-wall set, but we shot the shit out of it.

John Rogers: Yeah.

Chris Downey: And then so you put your energy into that and the rest of the episode you sort of coasted? Is that- you sorta let it…?

Jonathan Frakes: Yeah it's an approach I've found very useful.

[Laughter]

Jonathan Frakes: Now.

John Rogers: Now.

Jonathan Frakes: Who do you think that- oh!

Everyone: Woahhh!!!

Michael Colton: There we go.

Chris Downey: And reveal.

John Aboud: Didn't see that coming.

Michael Colton: That worked really well.

John Rogers: It did; it did. Johnathan Frakes knows what he’s doing. Yeah and this was also part of the mandate for the opening of the third season, where we wanted to start opening it up into international stories. Kind of open up the Leverage universe in a way that, you know, this is a fictional universe wherein certain rules apply. And it’s close to ours but you know we wanted to start seeing the ramifications of crime world and politics.

Jonathan Frakes: It also suggests the backstory of a lot of these characters has been, in fact, international.

John Rogers: Yeah.

Jonathan Frakes: So that they have experience with all these things. It makes them look, or appear to have more experience than-

Michael Colton: Right.

John Rogers: And sometimes people ask where we get the cases, and we’re kinda establishing here there's a lot of-

Jonathan Frakes: ‘I'm inside your head!’

John Rogers: ‘I'm living rent free.’

Aldis Hodge: Yeah, haha.

John Rogers: You know, kind of establish there's a community of people out there who take freedom of software, the internet's role in being free of government regulations and rules and internationalism very seriously, and Hardison is part of that group. That's part of the hacker group he fell in with.

Aldis Hodge: Yes indeed.

John Rogers: And that's how he knows this guy. That's his background.

Jonathan Frakes: ‘Yeah that's right, we are here to inspect your restaurant.’

John Rogers: Also based on a real spy safehouse that came up in research. But with better locks I think that one had. Ah this is crazy. How'd we get the roach?

Chris Downey: That’s a digital roach.

John Aboud: Digitally inserted.

Michael Colton: It's a real roach, but that plate was not there, it's like the whole thing.

Jonathan Frakes: More discussion about this cockroach than there was about the script!

[Laughter]

John Rogers: We tried to be a little robotic cockroach that went poorly. It went actually too well because it killed.

Jonathan Frakes: What about the real cockroach that we had that nobody liked? Cause it didn’t-

Chris Downey: Oh look at that! Boy that's great.

John Rogers: I think the close up was the real one, that one digital.

Chris Downey: Is that one digital?

John Rogers: I love this, and the little.

Jonathan Frakes: Yeah, this tees up later.

John Rogers: Yep.

Jonathan Frakes: They don't get much to do together, it's nice to see those two have a little beat.

Michael Colton: I feel like there's a lot of improv in this scene with you guys.

John Aboud: Absolutely.

Aldis Hodge: Yeah this- you know, anytime you get me and Christian in a room together it's over.

[Laughter]

Aldis Hodge: It's like ‘script, what?’ We just talk.

John Rogers: Yeah, we’re just pretty much superfluous. Maybe next year without writers.

[Laughter]

Jonathan Frakes: That was how-

John Rogers: And that was a great way of using Jessie by the way.

Jonathan Frakes: How to make an entrance.

Chris Downey: We’re running out of ways for her to get out of a duct. I mean I feel like is there-

John Rogers: You know what? I just I may be speaking for-

Jonathan Frakes: Cirque du Soleil in town next year.

Chris Downey: We need to watch and take notes, cause there needs to be something new.

John Rogers: I may be speaking for a certain percentage of the audience, but anytime we have her in black jeans and that leather jacket coming out of a duct it's a good day. Really, the dismounts- really now you're really.

Aldis Hodge: I'm glad you said it, cause I was about to.

Jonathan Frakes: How about this shawarma?

John Rogers: I love the shawarma, by the way.

Jonathan Frakes: Who doesn’t?

Aldis Hodge: That shawarma was disgusting though, it was cold and greasy.

John Rogers: You can't shoot around hot shawarma.

Chris Downey: Prop shawarma was not?

John Aboud: Prop shawarma.

Aldis Hodge: Prop shawarma.

John Rogers: Don't eat the prop shawarma.

John Aboud: Don't recommend.

Jonathan Frakes: Not much room to move in this location as I recall, remember this place?

John Aboud: It was very narrow.

Jonathan Frakes: It feels as narrow as it was.

John Aboud: Hard to maneuver.

John Rogers: What was it? Was it a real restaurant we redressed?

John Aboud: It was a Hawaiian barbeque restaurant.

Jonathan Frakes: Real restaurant, Hawaiian barbeque.

Michael Colton: That's right.

John Aboud: And the production had to buy them out for the day, so there was a lot of the-

Jonathan Frakes: Are we happy with the yellow choice on the inside of the van?

[Laughter]

Michael Colton: It's a little late to be asking that.

John Rogers: Yeah, I think we might want to change that. Could you fix that in post? Could you just go and… And yes it's the first time- when do we air this? Episode two or three?

Chris Downey: This is second- this is first night.

Michael Colton: First night.

John Rogers: That's right even though we shot it- did not shoot it second, it aired second. And that was re-establishing- that was establishing the new Lucille.

John Aboud: That's right. Near and dear to Hardison's heart.

John Rogers: This is also fun is that- it always amazes me the amount of international espionage that is actually kept in notebooks.

Jonathan Frakes: Yeah.

John Rogers: No, the people-

Jonathan Frakes: Old school.

John Rogers: Old school. Yeah, but people-

Aldis Hodge: It keeps them off the radar.

John Rogers: Yeah. You can, you can burn it. You know it can't be hacked, it can't be stolen.

John Aboud: Now that dishwasher, I believe he was also in the prison- in the Jail Break Job?

John Rogers: Oh so this is the jail- it's the job.

John Aboud: In my mind the backstory is: he's on a work release.

John Rogers: Oh that's right.

Chris Downey: Already fell into the wrong element.

John Aboud: Yeah, right away.

John Rogers: Well he doesn't know, they don't tell him.

Chris Downey: His parole officer is not doing a very good job.

John Aboud: Right away, right away.

Jonathan Frakes: The victim. Now we get the villain Arye Gross. Very reliable character actor, been doing it for years.

Michael Colton: You worked with him…?

Jonathan Frakes: I worked with him on Castle. Recommend him to the gang and he nailed it.

Aldis Hodge: Nice.

John Rogers: Your career is banterific. Eliot, of course, learned to make amazing tea, and that is English Breakfast from his samurai master when he studied for 18 months. [pause] Wait no that was Wolverine.

[Laughter]

Jonathan Frakes: Now whose idea was this to add this whole sequence?

Michael Colton: Well this is all based on NLP which means neuro linguistic programming. And all this is actually based on a guy named Derren Brown, who is British. And what would you- what would you call him? A magician slash-

John Rogers: He calls himself a mentalist, but he uses like a quotation marks around it because he duplicates the effects of charlatans by using psychological techniques.

Michael Colton: You can look him up on YouTube. Look up Derren Brown and NLP and there's stuff he does that is, we sort of basically ripped off for this episode.

John Rogers: Yeah ‘D-e-r-r-e-n’. Yeah, the primary one being he hires two advertising guys to come to his office and give him a campaign- a possible campaign for a children's zoo. They do the sketches and then he reveals his own sketches he did hours earlier and they're almost exactly the same. And then he reveals the visual cues he planted along the way into their head. And that really was the crux of this whole thing.

Michael Colton: And the one where Simon Pegg from Shaun of the Dead has- sits him down and asks him what he wants for his birthday, and he says he wants a bike.

John Aboud: BMX bike.

Michael Colton: But earlier he had written down he had wanted something completely different.

Chris Downey: A leather jacket, I think.

Michael Colton: A leather jacket! And throughout this whole discussion he was just doing cues to get him to say bike. It's kind of amazing.

Aldis Hodge: Wow.

John Rogers: It was also fun to kind of get into the mechanics of- it's easy with a grifter character to say they're just natural at it. To get into the intellectual work that Sophie does in her job.

Chris Downey: And also the idea of hacking into someone's head. I think that's what made this-

John Aboud: Wanted to establish that up front.

Jonathan Frakes: How infuriating it was that it was this character who [unintelligible].

John Rogers: Yeah, and also the fact that once you guys came up with the whole hacker/villain- the whole hacker theme, that really led us to the other material.

Jonathan Frakes: And here we are, Dubertech.

Chris Downey: And this a great location too, this is very-

Jonathan Frakes: On the campus of-

John Aboud: The community college.

Jonathan Frakes: The community college in Portland.

John Aboud: It’s a great building.

John Rogers: The digital overlay on the sign.

John Aboud: It's a theater, actually.

John Rogers: A lot of digital signage.

Jonathan Frakes: It's the theater department, ironically.

John Rogers: It looks evil.

[Laughter]

John Rogers: Got an evil vibe to it. This was a lot of fun and this was one of the- one of the times that we took something we could do in a beat, and turned it into almost the entire act. We have broken into someone's office in like half a scene.

Jonathan Frakes: Yeah.

John Rogers: But sometimes you just.

Jonathan Frakes: What we go through to get the fingerprint.

John Rogers: And it's great. And sometimes you find ways to do- you find stuff you want to do, you want to explore and kind of revel in, and that's the fun of this show. You know there's no real template to this show. So if you have an act where you have a bunch of cool stuff you wanna showcase, you can. Yes, tons of fun.

Jonathan Frakes: Boom.

John Aboud: We wanted this to be a real showcase for Hardison.

John Rogers: Yes.

John Aboud: Because obviously we're dealing with his world. We are in the world that he knows well, and we really liked the idea of him confronting this 1980s technology. I think that was one of our initial pitches to you guys-

John Rogers: Yes.

John Aboud: For an episode.

John Rogers: I think that- you pitched that as a freelancer.

Michael Colton: Our pitch was Hardison hacks an ENIAC.

John Rogers: Yes.

John Aboud: In a museum.

Michael Colton: And that became a TRS-80.

Chris Downey: An abacus really.

[Laughter]

John Rogers: Yeah a giant, giant vacuum tube. Yeah and that blended right into this. No, that was- and by the way, if you're gonna pitch a Leverage, pitch a high concept, don't come in with a procedural. You know, ‘he has to hack a 60 year old computer’, I love it, you know. That was an easy one.

Chris Downey: And this is great, I mean how great did they dress this set?

Jonathan Frakes: I love that we [unintelligible].

John Aboud: The music was-

John Rogers: It's the music.

Michael Colton: The set’s great but it’s the music that put us over the edge and sold it.

John Rogers: Yeah Joe LoDuca again giving us that 80s synth pop vibe. It was fantastic. And Aldis you’re great here just the total shock and horror.

John Aboud: This take is wonderful.

Aldis Hodge: This took me back a couple years. I mean, this stuff was older than me but still.

John Rogers: Thank you, thanks for reminding us of that.

Chris Downey: We love to confront Hardison with old technology. Audio tapes things like that.

Jonathan Frakes: He’s appalled here.

John Aboud: His horror.

Aldis Hodge: He's offended, he's insulted.

Jonathan Frakes: And there it is!

[Laughter]

Aldis Hodge: This takes me back to when-

Chris Downey: Look at that.

John Rogers: Five and a quarter right there, baby.

Aldis Hodge: I used to run off of floppys though, I still remember those.

John Rogers: You were a baby though.

Aldis Hodge: It took like 10 hours to upload a page.

John Rogers: Yep.

Michael Colton: We used to use the war games. The phone doesn’t-

John Aboud: War dialer.

Chris Downey: They used to be on cassettes too.

John Rogers: Yeah they used to be on cassettes.

Jonathan Frakes: What was this computer called?

Michael Colton: TRS-80. Although I don't think we could say that.

John Aboud: We weren't allowed to.

Michael Colton: Yeah, it's just generic 1980s computer.

John Aboud: For clearance reasons.

Jonathan Frakes: I remember part of our prep was the ebay version of the TRS-80 that we shopped for, for two weeks trying to find the one that was actually going to be programmable.

John Rogers: Yeah. Yeah apparently Tandy Corporation has a problem with us saying that freedom is oppressed in Iran through the use of their product. Oh we’re the bad guy? That’s some sort of brand infringement I guess.

[Laughter]

John Rogers: I love the caricature- oh the caricature kills me!

Chris Downey: I didn't even notice that! The caricature of him winning the chess trophy.

John Rogers: He was twelve!

Michael Colton: Well they had photos all around of Arye Gross from that era.

John Aboud: From his personal archive.

Jonathan Frakes: With the hair. When he had that big John Hughes hair.

Michael Colton: The pre-Soul Man. Old stuff.

Chris Downey: That is pre-Soul Man]. He's great in Soul Man, by the way. Soul Man is-

John Rogers: That's a great little shot, by the way. That's kind of an iconic shot of Hardison being distracted and annoyed while Parker quietly freaks out next to him. It's just a nice vibe.

Jonathan Frakes: ‘How much time are you really gonna spend in here after I told you that the bad guys are on the way?’

John Rogers: Yeah.

[Laughter]

John Rogers: But they saw the bad guy in the sweater vest on the way in. I mean, they're not that intimidating.

John Aboud: They knew they could take him. They knew they could take him.

John Rogers: What do you think the origin for the- oh that's great.

Chris Downey: Oh that’s great!

[Laughter]

John Rogers: A locked off comedy frame people!

Chris Downey: It's a locked off comedy frame.

John Aboud: Yep.

Jonathan Frakes: The third in three shows!

[Laughter]

John Rogers: Can't go wrong. This was fun, by the way, the- this one when he says ‘it's adorable you still think there's privacy’.

Jonathan Frakes: Isn't this where some of our regulars drink when we do the 360?

John Rogers: Yes, yeah, we drink and we shoot it, too. But you guys had found out- who- was it Albert cause he was a journalist he knew that you could buy people's yearbooks?

John Aboud: Well he did that all the time at People.

Michael Colton: That’s what it was, yeah.

John Aboud: As a celebrity journalist he would go buy people's yearbooks. And it was the easiest thing in the world.

John Rogers: And there's actual services out there that will help you buy the yearbooks of different high schools. There's an enormous amount of creepy shit in this episode.

Aldis Hodge: Your embarrassment is on sale.

[Laughter]

Michael Colton: Here's where we bring up the Roman Room, which a lot of people thought we made up but is just another-

John Aboud: By a lot of people you mean Tim Hutton.

Michael Colton: Yes.

John Aboud: Thought we made it up.

Michael Colton: Just another curious thing from the mind of John Rogers.

Chris Downey: It's just one of your many hobbies.

John Rogers: One of my many hobbies.

Michael Colton: Memorizing everything.

John Aboud: Memorizing disconnected pieces of information.

Chris Downey: What was last season, whaling?

John Rogers: It was whaling. I remember I made you that scrimshaw-

Michael Colton: What, you memorized famous whalers?

John Aboud: Wow.

John Rogers: No. I am- a hobby of mine is memory techniques, and I use the Roman Room, and we wound up using it here. And it was just a great way- if we're gonna hack- the big problem was why do we need to go to this high school? We can go to this high school without this guy. Well no, we need context. Well what's the context? Well… It was interesting how this episode kind of organically came up. It was the flashback, it was the 80s thing. And that was that he was using, like I do, he was using his Roman Room for his passwords. And the- actually yes they did not believe this. I was up visiting them and I wound up doing the complete works of Shakespeare based on my high school gym in order to convince Tim that I was- that this was a real thing.

Aldis Hodge: Right.

John Rogers: Aldis you were in the limo that night, that's right. The- we didn’t take Colton or Aboud with us.

John Aboud: Well it coincided with Comic Con.

John Rogers: There you go that's right. Yeah this is, by the way, a really easy memory technique, you can learn it really quickly and with a little bit of practice and imagination. The key is making everything as filthy as possible.

Jonathan Frakes: Seriously?

John Rogers: Has to be obscene.

John Aboud: Ahh, there you go.

John Rogers: Actually Chris Downey made me not use him in my Roman Room techniques because he was distrubed by the fact that I was having him have sex with people and things.

Chris Downey: Yeah.

John Aboud: Well he knows what goes on in that room.

John Rogers: He knows that the Roman Room is a horrible place.

Chris Downey: And John you'll be at the Allentown Marriott this week doing the Roman Room technique, won’t you? Doing it on your tour.

[Laughter]

John Rogers: If you'd like to advance yourself in business or socially. If you’d like to amaze salesmen and other people in your company.

[Laughter]

John Aboud: Whenever you see those signs on a light posts that say ‘make money from home’ the number rings at John Rogers home.

John Rogers: I'm not just running a TV show. I'm running a lot of small businesses out of my garage. Oh was- was that the Psych yellout?

Michael Colton: Oh that was- it in this scene where we talked about what's on his Netflix queue.

John Aboud: That show Psych.

Michael Colton: I wanted Turk 182 to be on his Netflix queue but that was rejected.

Chris Downey: It’s a little too meta.

Jonathan Frakes: I thought it was Rockford?

Chris Downey: It is Rockford.

John Rogers: Well it is Rockford, we went with Rockford and Psych- we added Psych in the end cause Psych had given us a nice little shoutout in their show.

Michael Colton: I think Sex and the City was thrown out there.

John Rogers: Why Sex and the City?

Michael Colton: I think it was an improv, wasn't it?

John Aboud: Humor?

Aldis Hodge: It was an improv.

John Aboud: Humor. Cause it was funny.

John Rogers: Nothing funny about Sex and the City.

[Laughter]

Aldis Hodge: Very serious show.

Jonathan Frakes: Not that Gina likes to do accents.

John Rogers: This was a lot of fun.

Chris Downey: This was the tour de force.

John Rogers: And the difference- and what's great is watching this with the sound off is watching her physicality change and the smile, yeah, that character smiles and the other one is angry, yeah. It's lovely. And this is also one of those ones where it originally started much more complicated and turned into ‘let’s just have Gina talk, she can do the accents’.

Jonathan Frakes: We cut it all together, let her do the two characters.

Chris Downey: In, sort of, the Facebook era, one of the things I think helped this episode was that you are kind of confronted by people from your high school all the time that you have no recollection of.

John Aboud: Right, right.

Chris Downey: So it really sort of helped the idea that they could actually bomb into somebody's high school reunion as other people and they would just be accepted.

Michael Colton: Yeah this is kind of The Social Network of Leverage episodes, I think it's fair to say.

John Rogers: But before The Social Network- they stole this from you right? The Social Network is stolen from you.

John Aboud: And Facebook, the idea for Facebook.

[Laughter]

Michael Colton: We came up with Facematch.

John Rogers: This is the skype of evil.

Chris Downey: We got the finger pyramid of evil going too.

John Rogers: He's got the finger pyramid of evil.

Aldis Hodge: That was scripted right? Finger pyramid.

John Rogers: The finger pyramid of malfeasance I believe, this is the Skype of evil.

Jonathan Frakes: Wait heavies right, there's heavies in dark clothes behind him.

John Rogers: Yes exactly I like to think he prepped it ‘alright let's Skype this- wait turn off the lights!’ I can't.

Chris Downey: Oh I love this.

Michael Colton: This turn here is fantastic. After he hangs up with them.

Jonathan Frakes: Unafraid to milk.

John Rogers: And also one of the things I like about- that you guys did in the script just wanted the general attitude you want to give the villains - ahh there you go - is nobody’s a villain in their own head.

Michael Colton: ‘Larry Duberman?’

John Aboud: ‘Larry Duberman?’

[Laughter]

Michael Colton: It took so long, but it worked.

Jonathan Frakes: And we stayed on it! We kept it all in.

John Aboud: You did.

Jonathan Frakes: Confidant actor.

John Rogers: Yeah somebody said if schadenfreude is the pleasure of other people doing worse than you, what is the German word for delight in doing better than everyone else but not being able to come out and say it? The Germans should have a word for it. Yeah it's pretty impressive- that's a great match for Tim by the way, was that an actor or did we pick an-?

John Aboud: Stock. It was stock.

John Rogers: It was stock, wow.

Aldis Hodge: Now whose stock photos because there were some fugly people in there.

John Rogers: We went to fugly.com.

Aldis Hodge: All right.

John Rogers: That’s where we got that stock.

Aldis Hodge: I'm just saying there’s a select few you didn't know exactly.

John Rogers: Well it's also 80s hair.

Aldis Hodge: There’s that.

John Rogers: 80’s hair was just a nation making a bad choice.

[Laughter]

Michael Colton: Evil speech of evil.

Chris Downey: Oh here it is. It's the slow push in on the evil speech of evil.

Aldis Hodge: You gotta get in his nostrils, nice and tight right up there.

[Laughter]

John Rogers: Well it's a 40 ft screen; it's a different look when they're on TV.

Chris Downey: And now here we go!

John Rogers: Now where was this?

Chris Downey: And now we're off!

John Aboud: Actual high school.

Michael Colton: This was an actual high school.

John Rogers: They let us redress, and yeah fantastic.

Jonathan Frakes: This is the gym of- what's the high school called? Hall? James T Hall High School?

Chris Downey: Now how many days were you here at the school?

Michael Colton: We were there-

John Aboud: Three days.

Michael Colton: Three, I think.

John Rogers: You managed to get all this done in three days?

Jonathan Frakes: Well the exterior was stock, and not our greatest effort.

John Rogers: Still pretty good.

Jonathan Frakes: This is- here we go!

John Aboud: Here we go.

Michael Colton: Now this was unused-

John Rogers: This was unused footage.

Aldis Hodge: Unused footage from the first season.

John Aboud: Season one.

Chris Downey: Using every part of the animal.

Aldis Hodge: Yes indeed. It’s probably one of my favorite scenes I've shot.

John Rogers: By the way, that is fearless of you. Not a lot of actors would go in the braces and throw on the-

Jonathan Frakes: Aldis is fearless.

Aldis Hodge: Very much so.

John Rogers: Throw on the hat. You really did manage to spot-weld Will Smith and the other guys from Fresh Prince into one character there.

[Laughter]

Chris Downey: Alfonso Ribeiro, you mean?

John Rogers: Alfonso Ribeiro. That's the Fresh Prince of Alfonso Ribeiro right there. And this is great that we-

Jonathan Frakes: Eliot pre-hair.

John Rogers: Eliot pre-hair.

Jonathan Frakes: Like wait a minute.

John Aboud: Still the same guy, he looks to camera.

John Rogers: Well it's a flashback.

John Aboud: He looks to flashback camera.

John Rogers: As one does.

Chris Downey: That's good man, that's a good match.

John Rogers: I also like the dialogue fix. Cause it was originally the dialogue-

John Aboud: Brutal punch.

John Rogers: Where we actually lay in that he learned about the knives in context not from a murderous Guatemalan, but from a sexy Home Ec teacher.

Chris Downey: Sexy home ec teacher.

Jonathan Frakes: He's the one who doesn't get to go to the high school.

John Rogers: Ooh yeah that was fun.

Jonathan Frakes: It was easy to take that guy out with one shot.

John Aboud: Little minion did not deserve the brutality of that one punch.

Chris Downey: But it's also nice like-

John Rogers: You know what he knows he's screwing the Iranian kids. He's an accessory after the fact.

John Aboud: It's true, he's complicit.

John Rogers: Absolutely more than complicit, he's an accessory. And therefore worthy of scorn. Ah this was again the Joe LoDuca score. Amazing.

Aldis Hodge: This the song that's playing in this scene right now is the band that Dean Devlin was in.

Chris Downey: Oh that's right. What’s the name of Dean’s band?

John Aboud: What was the name of that band?

John Rogers: Nervous Service.

[Laughter]

John Rogers: This was Dean’s band from the 80s.

Aldis Hodge: Sure it wasn't Dean and the Devlins?

John Rogers: No, no, that was his 50s band. And that's Beth in the badger suit right?

Aldis Hodge: Yeah.

John Aboud: Yes.

John Rogers: Yeah that is Beth.

John Aboud: Yes, spoiler warning.

Chris Downey: Well they've seen it already.

John Aboud: No, they haven’t.

Michael Colton: This is like their sixth viewing.

John Aboud: I only watch Leverage with the commentaries on.

John Rogers: Really? Interesting.

John Aboud: Yes.

Michael Colton: You don't know what happens in this one?

John Aboud: Nope. No clue.

John Rogers: That would explain why your pitches were so weird first year.

John Aboud: Well then Rogers drinks, right? And we do a zoom to see he pours the alcohol into the glass.

[Laughter]

John Rogers: Oh yeah this was a lovely bit of scripting, by the way, on the NLP on this, guys. Very subtle.

Michael Colton: Yeah it's subtle it’s incredibly tight knit it’s-

John Rogers: And great dress. Is this Aboud or Colton on this scene?

Michael Colton: It's mostly Colton.

Jonathan Frakes: It's Grace Peltz! Look at Peltz in the middle of that shot.

John Rogers: That was a nice frame up on that shot.

Chris Downey: Look at that right there.

John Aboud: That's an actual Arye Gross high school photo in the row below.

John Rogers: Are you really?

John Aboud: Yup Lawrence Duberman, first one on the second row.

Aldis Hodge: Yup.

Jonathan Frakes: And here’s how it happened.

John Rogers: All you have to do is insert one page. Who doubts the evidence before their eyes? Where’s Arye Gross?

John Aboud: He's cross eyed. First one on the second row.

Aldis Hodge: That's really him?

John Aboud: That's really him.

Michael Colton: Now what kind of alphabetical order is this? Grace Peltz above Larry Duberman.

[Laughter]

John Rogers: Oh, the honor society had their own photos.

Michael Colton: Oh there you go. That’s computer club.

John Rogers: One of these days you gotta learn to just lie quick.

Chris Downey: You know how to retcon.

Michael Colton: Most of those names are from my high school. Jack Lebowski. I used my-

John Rogers: Don't say that, people have to sign forms for that.

Michael Colton: My high school girlfriend is in there.

Jonathan Frakes: Boom.

Chris Downey: Here we go.

Jonathan Frakes: Don't always get a ninja zoom into the socks and sandals.

John Rogers: He's enjoying that way too much.

Chris Downey: He is. Cleaning pools. I love that- I love that about him. Former quarterback now cleaning pools.

Jonathan Frakes: Tim owned Drake.

John Rogers: Yes.

Jonathan Frakes: He totally owned Drake Macintyre.

John Rogers: He really was enjoying that. There really was a moment you saw Tim kind of like ‘I wouldn’t mind cleaning pools. It’s nice and quiet’.

Michael Colton: Mandy Babson.

John Rogers: Yep.

Michael Colton: What do his pins say?

John Rogers: I don't remember.

John Aboud: One of them said ‘I'll wash first’.

[Laughter]

John Rogers: Wha- why? Why would you have a pin that said that?

Chris Downey: Not blondie or something?

John Aboud: That's the kind of guy you are. They were all slogans. Oh my voice is really giving out.

Michael Colton: Maybe you should stop talking.

John Aboud: Apologies to the home viewer.

John Rogers: Just let Colton- he’ll be honest about who did what.

Michael Colton: Yeah.

John Rogers: There's no way he’ll-

John Aboud: How can that go wrong?

John Rogers: Yeah. And it was also fun coming up with the idea that: of course there's a villain. Everyone has a narrative in their head, everyone had the villain in high school. You know the person who made their life hell. Unless you were the villain.

Jonathan Frakes: There he is! ‘Oh Doucherman!’

John Rogers: I'm glad we got that past Standards and Practices, cause Doucherman really was-

Michael Colton: The whole episode was built around Doucherman.

Jonathan Frakes: Whole episode.

John Aboud: It really would’ve fallen apart.

Michael Colton: It's the first thing we started with.

Aldis Hodge: All you thought about at first, and then you built the story around it.

John Aboud: It came later.

Aldis Hodge: ‘Doucherman, hmm we need to write a show’.

John Rogers: And she anchors it with a touch every time, nice acting, nice use of space.

Chris Downey: Who's that guy?

John Aboud: That guy was wearing a kilt! That guy was wearing a kilt.

John Rogers: I know, I saw him in the opening shot.

John Aboud: In the opening shot you can see he was wearing a kilt.

Chris Downey: Good variety of alumni characters.

Michael Colton: You know when I was on Twitter when this was airing to watch it, and Tim was- I thought it was very flattered he was just repeated ‘Douchermans got lady parts’.

[Laughter]

John Rogers: Yes over and over again. He loved that. This was also fun showing Hardison scrambling. There's just some stuff you can’t prep for.

Aldis Hodge: Well Frakes, that was the first scene we shot for this episode, but it was also in the middle of shooting another episode the same day.

Jonathan Frakes: Same day in the van, here’s what’s gonna happen.

Aldis Hodge: I remember all that banter.

Chris Downey: That was the violin stuff.

Jonathan Frakes: Well this was the double up day.

Aldis Hodge: Double up day. All that banter was- I'm not even gonna lie I learned that right then and there in like ten minutes. Because I was on the other episode-

John Aboud: It worked.

John Rogers: You were on the other episode.

Michael Colton: Well you were on the violin.

John Rogers: Other episode was a giant part.

Aldis Hodge: Really shoot five pages just straight out? ‘Ok guys!’

John Aboud: Who’s this guy?

John Rogers: And there's our line producer!

Jonathan Frakes: There's our producer Paul Bernard as Schmitty!

Michael Colton: Star of the show.

Jonathan Frakes: I will tell you, he did have the 80s hair, that's not a haircut.

John Rogers: That's just what Paul Bernard looks like.

Jonathan Frakes: He works in that hair.

John Rogers: He works, he plays in that hair. That’s not stunt hair people.

Michael Colton: Is it true TBS is interested in a Schmitty spin off? Is that happening?

John Rogers: Yeah I think we might do ‘Here’s Schmitty.’

[Laughter]

John Rogers: ‘We’re up to our necks in Schmitty.’ We haven’t decided yet.

Chris Downey: I think there was a reality show in which somebody- they had hidden cameras and people led-

Michael Colton: Someone made like a 2020 special about someone who- some woman who didn't want to go to her thing so she hired a- I think it was a stripper.

Chris Downey: I think it was a stripper.

Michael Colton: To play herself.

Jonathan Frakes: At her high school reunion?

Michael Colton: At her high school reunion.

John Aboud: She coached the stripper through an earpiece-

Chris Downey: Yes.

John Aboud: As she was watching on a video feed.

Michael Colton: While she was watching Hardison-style in a hotel room.

Aldis Hodge: Doesn't it seem like it takes a lot more effort than just showing up?

John Aboud: Just go to your reunion.

Jonathan Frakes: Here's the Roman Room!

John Rogers: Turns out not. See you're young, you still remember what these people look like. You have to remember after 20 years everyone's kind of- what's the great line from Grosse Pointe Blank? Swollen? Everyone just doesn't quite look like what they used to.

Aldis Hodge: I'm young, but I'm an actor, but I don't remember a damn thing past 5 minutes ago.

John Rogers: ‘I don't remember other people, I'm an actor’.

Aldis Hodge: Hey.

Chris Downey: It's fun, too, seeing Eliot typing stuff.

Michael Colton: Ten go to twenty stuff.

John Rogers: It was- and this was actually fun too, we were originally developing this trying to figure out what the hell Eliot was doing and then we realized just put him over there. For once he's gotta- yeah. Also allowed us to do the fight in an interesting way. This- god all high schools do look alike.

Jonathan Frakes: Yeah this high school is perfect. The shiny floors, the lockers. We said, ‘We’re looking for a broom closet.’ They said, ‘Well what about the broom closet?’ We said ‘Good, that'll be fine.’

[Laughter]

John Rogers: ‘That'll absolutely work!; And by the way Gina seems to really enjoy when her character doesn't like Tims character. She seems to be digging in a little bit more, I'm just saying. Yeah the utter scorn of the good looking asshole is fantastic. Oh we're past that. That was the-

Michael Colton: This is fun also ‘cause so much- I mean just ‘cause the nature of the show often Tim’s or Nate’s character is playing the shady businessman and this is totally opposite.

John Rogers: Yeah this is a low status character.

Chris Downey: He doesn't do a lot of low status.

John Aboud: He's not worn a hat like this on previous jobs.

Aldis Hodge: I just saw one of the other buttons said ‘I’m a handyman’.

Chris Downey: Is that what it said?

Aldis Hodge: One of them yeah. The yellow one.

Chris Downey: ‘I’m a handyman’.

John Rogers: The bright green one says ‘if you can't be handsome be handy’.

Michael Colton: There's very few of his characters where he can wear that necklace.

Jonathan Frakes: ‘I should give you my card’.

Aldis Hodge: The necklace is questionable.

John Rogers: Questionably- is it a surfer? Or what is that?

Aldis Hodge: It's a surfer, man.

Chris Downey: Oh is that what that is?

John Rogers: He's still a Boston guy, so I don't know what he's wearing that for.

John Aboud: Well he's around water all the time.

John Rogers: That’s true.

John Aboud: Pools.

Chris Downey: That's right.

Aldis Hodge: He's a great surfer in his mind.

John Rogers: The great surf pools of Route 9.

Aldis Hodge: Surfer in his mind.

John Aboud: Uh-oh what is this?

Chris Downey: Someone is coming down the stairs.

John Aboud: What’s this what’s this?

John Rogers: Oh yeah, the lovely Kari Wuhrer.

Chris Downey: Now uh MTV? I mean best known-

John Aboud: Oh absolutely.

John Rogers: The sliders, the-

Michael Colton: What’s it called?

John Aboud: Class of ‘96.

Michael Colton: Remote Control.

Chris Downey: Remote Control, that’s right.

Michael Colton: That was a formative influence on me. So I was very happy when I got to work with her.

John Rogers: Yeah, she's fantastic, by the way. She’s really sweet, worked her butt off and just-

Jonathan Frakes: Also happens to be married to our UPM [Editor’s Note: Unit Production Manager].

Chris Downey: But certainly we’re not giving away parts to people connected to the show!

John Aboud: No no.

Jonathan Frakes: Otherwise Jeanie Francis would be on the show by now.

[Laughter]

Michael Colton: I did not know-

John Rogers: She didn't want to work with you, that's the problem. We called here and-

Michael Colton: I did not know she was married to the Leverage team until after she was cast. Her audition was great.

Chris Downey: She was.

John Rogers: Well that's the- Jim Scoura, her husband, the UPM, plays of course the assassin in the finale, in the summer finale.

Michael Colton: It's a double assassin household.

John Rogers: In our heads actually they are married in the Leverage verse; they’re like the bad Mr and Ms Smith.

John Aboud: Neither one of them can actually complete a kill.

John Rogers: They just- but they work hard, they get a lot of-

Jonathan Frakes: Watch them roll down these lockers.

Chris Downey: Was Jim here for this sequence?

Jonathan Frakes: He avoided this scene.

John Rogers: Interesting.

John Aboud: Stayed in the office.

Michael Colton: Stayed with the kids this day.

John Rogers: Having your improbably hot wife all over a good looking actor is just-

John Aboud: Why improbable? Why improbably hot?

Jonathan Frakes: Watch this, watch Tim with these- is this where he does the-

Michael Colton: That’s coming up.

Chris Downey: Oh man.

Jonathan Frakes: The stuff with the-

Aldis Hodge: Did this in one take right? Just one take.

Chris Downey: Jeez she's devouring him. This is like an episode of V!

[Laughter]

John Rogers: She’s gonna unhinge her jaw any second now.

John Aboud: And here we go.

Jonathan Frakes: Oof what a surprise that she'd have it there.

John Rogers: It's a warm key.

Jonathan Frakes: Look at Tim! Look at Tim working those props!

John Aboud: Battling the brooms.

Chris Downey: Nothing like-

John Aboud: And then he stands back up.

John Rogers: Come on the doors right there.

Jonathan Frakes: Come on, come on. Tried and true.

John Rogers: ‘And now I'm gonna go kill a dude.’

Jonathan Frakes: Lucky for us, Beth is in the building.

John Rogers: Yep. This is a real broom closet, that's great. How did you have room to shoot in there?

Jonathan Frakes: Went for the big broom closet.

John Rogers: Ah there you go, as opposed to the little one. Also this is a recurring bit: how Parker will just dump food everywhere. It actually turns out to a plot point in the Rashomon episode.

Chris Downey: Apparently we can have food.

Michael Colton: We can if it's chicken wings. They had like three giant trays of chicken wings.

John Rogers: Ahh good spark welding effect. Thank you, thank you props and special effects, appreciate it.

Jonathan Frakes: This works great, actually.

John Rogers: Yes that was better than the lightsaber through the door in the Star Wars prequel.

[Laughter]

John Aboud: That’s a low bar sir.

John Rogers: Well it's still- it's a feature bar I'll take it.

John Aboud: Feature bar.

Michael Colton: ‘I’m for clean fun’. That's another button,

Chris Downey: Is that what it says?

John Aboud: That’s another one, another button.

[Laughter]

John Rogers: The one on the left is haunting me, I can't quite make out the one on the left.

Aldis Hodge: It says- wait.

Michael Colton: Can we enhance?

John Rogers: Stop and enhance, enhance, push in.

Michael Colton: Push in.

John Rogers: And yeah,this was a lot of fun just zooming in on- cause lets face it, not a lot of women can edge Gina Bellman out of that situation.

Jonathan Frakes: I know, and throw wine on her!

John Rogers: Yep.

Chris Downey: And the fun of this was having them revert to their high school personas and being offended by the cheerleader muscling in on her. I mean right? I mean this is- that's what-

Michael Colton: It's called subtext.

John Aboud: Seeing Sophie confront a mean girl.

Chris Downey: Yes.

John Rogers: Yes. It's great everyone had- everyone had their thematic little hook in this. One of the reasons we originally were attracted to the idea, even a year earlier, was because high school is that period where just the shell isn't on yet.

Chris Downey: And a high school reunion-

Jonathan Frakes: Had you done this before where the con men get conned in the middle of their con?

John Rogers: We play around with it, but rarely in this particular thing. Rarely this particular style.

Chris Downey: You mean an assassin showing up late in the episode?

Jonathan Frakes: No, no, no, I mean two con- our con and another con trying to duke it.

Chris Downey: Oh right.

John Rogers: Intersecting? Two Live Crew kinda.

Chris Downey: Well Order 23 we had a guy pretending to be a Marshall and he was an assassin.

John Rogers: Yeah but not a- those are the crucial- the crucials of surveillance photos.

Jonathan Frakes: Oh, she's on Interpol!

John Rogers: You need a half turn, you need a glasses-

Chris Downey: By the way you never see somebody eating spaghetti in surveillance photos.

[Laughter]

John Rogers: Well what are the odds that when you see that person they'll be eating spaghetti? You really don't want that on the wanted photo. That you can't recognize a killer without the spaghetti. You want a spaghetti free context.

John Aboud: ‘Here, eat this.’

John Rogers: ‘Oh, you're that person!’

John Aboud: ‘We've got our man!’

Jonathan Frakes: Mission Impossible.

John Rogers: Yeah great little three way walk, nice.

Jonathan Frakes: Boom. ‘You go this way I'll take this way’. Taking a long time to get through that door.

Chris Downey: Really is. It's a really thick door.

John Aboud: Very secure door.

Michael Colton: They stopped for a break.

Jonathan Frakes: Thick door they established that early.

John Rogers: This, by the way- this is great. Not a lot of guys could land this joke. ‘The health inspector?’

Michael Colton: Was that in the script or was that?

Jonathan Frakes: That was on the day.

John Rogers: That was on the day, that was an improv, right?

Michael Colton: Yeah, Chris did a lot of improv in this scene. Entire fight was improvised.

John Rogers: And that was fun, too, is coming up with the- I remember ‘ok what’s- what’s from the 80s you can hit people with?’

Chris Downey: Oh that's great.

John Rogers: This is a great fight.

John Aboud: First take on that smash.

Chris Downey: Oh that's great.

Michael Colton: Oh I know, ‘they give trophies for chess’ was Christian’s.

John Rogers: That's right.

Chris Downey: Yeah.

[Silence]

John Rogers: Sorry mouthful of Irish whiskey.

[Laughter]

Chris Downey: Yeah this is a great fight oh and the bowling trophy.

John Rogers: The bowling for chess.

Jonathan Frakes: There’s no prop he doesn't flip!

[Laughter]

Aldis Hodge: He flips everything.

Jonathan Frakes: Am I right?

Chris Downey: Or twirl.

Aldis Hodge: He’ll flip a table.

Jonathan Frakes: Never found a prop he couldn't twirl.

John Rogers: And that's interesting, because on the big screen, you cut from the dude sort of cracking his neck behind Christian, and it's a slam cut into two people kissing. For a second I'm like ‘what the hell? Wait what the hell is going on here? Oh alright.’

Jonathan Frakes: Here's something we've all looked forward to. The fox fight in the girls dressing room.

Michael Colton: Well that- when we were writing the high school show and we came up with this character we knew we had to have a girl fight in the locker room.

John Aboud: And where was that silencer?

Jonathan Frakes: Gina resisted, and then ended up saying, ‘When can I do this again?’

John Rogers: She loves fighting, you see.

Chris Downey: She does.

John Rogers: You're always worried you're going to get hurt fighting, but the stunt people know what the hell they're doing, everyone’s super safe and you wind up just having fun. And also that was a big thing, you know Sophie’s character is not a killer, she has to cheat.

Chris Downey: Oh and the shoes!

John Rogers: The shoes come off.

Jonathan Frakes: Now it's real. Boom.

[Laughter]

Chris Downey: And there's another locked off comedy frame!

John Rogers: And then the cross.

Jonathan Frakes: Locked off comedy!

John Rogers: The cross cutting between the two fights was a lot of fun. And yeah, she could probably take her if she didn't have the fire extinguisher. It- Kari’s frustration in ‘what the hell are you talking about’ here is hilarious, actually.

Jonathan Frakes: These stunt doubles are quite good, this is intercut nicely.

John Rogers: Yup it is. And-

Chris Downey: Oh and she uses a gun, look at that.

Jonathan Frakes: Yeah, look at that.

Michael Colton: Yeah, but she missed.

John Rogers: Yeah that's the problem, silencers are really useless anywhere over 10 feet. She should've unscrewed it but by then she'd be gone.

Jonathan Frakes: Woah, woah, woah.

John Rogers: And this is a great- actually of the early episodes this season this was one of my sort of favorite sort of character twists is that Drake actually has an arc.

John Aboud: Right.

John Rogers: You know no person is without redemption, including Drake. Oh yeah.

Aldis Hodge: And the taser!

John Rogers: And the taser. Again, crucial for the finale for us to plant it that soon.

John Aboud: Her weapon of choice for the season.

John Rogers: Yeah catering. We originally had her lowering from the ceiling, and then that was just crazy. Used the taser. Oh the hug, that's nice.

Jonathan Frakes: Oof.

John Rogers: Oh the- and then the double turn this, is this is dense. This one’s actually got a lot going on in this act.

Michael Colton: I have no idea what's happening now.

[Laughter]

John Aboud: Truly lost.

John Rogers: Is this the fourth act? This is the fourth act

John Aboud: I think we're in act nine.

John Rogers: Yeah this is the fourth action act, and there's an awful lot of story going on here.

Chris Downey: Oh here we go.

John Rogers: And what I kinda like here is where Arye Gross is playing not just angry, but hurt.

Michael Colton: Yeah.

John Rogers: It's like ‘I thought all my high school dreams had come true and now you're lying to me.’

Michael Colton: He's great in this.

John Rogers: Genuinely never- can't go wrong with a shot down the gun.

Jonathan Frakes: Nope. Reliable.

John Rogers: Gonna react to it? Nope, just go to the reverse.

Jonathan Frakes: Go out number one.

Michael Colton: Bang.

Aldis Hodge: Commercial, people.

John Rogers: Remember, a guy pulling a gun for the act break is always better than a guy leaving with a gun. And now we do- what's sad is this was the plan. That's- when you think about it this is the most convoluted possible way to get this information in this guy’s head. I don't mean sad in a bad way, I mean this guy really just has no chance whatsoever. And yeah the mixture of like ‘I’m a villain’ and- this may be the saddest villain we’ve ever had.

Michael Colton: Well I was watching this with my sister, who said- this scene happened, she's like ‘oh I feel bad for him’ then he has a line about ‘cause you brutally beat the Iranian’ then she's like ‘oh now I don’t feel bad for him.’ It was the perfect-

Chris Downey: You're like, ‘Ooh I'm glad I put that in there.’

John Rogers: It's a little- it is sometimes a little funny that you know you realize television very much leads you through the emotions of the show. So it’s- you sorta feel like an idiot resetting the emotions as a writer but it’s important. You know you're in a contract with the viewer.

Jonathan Frakes: Well we’ve been in the school for two acts.

John Rogers: Yeah.

Jonathan Frakes: Absolutely true. And the hacker getting hacked we've forgotten about that.

John Rogers: Yeah 42 minutes is- what is it, average American attention span is like 10 minutes? Which is why act length is probably just about right.

John Aboud: ‘Nice try fake Drake’.

Chris Downey: Fake Drake.

John Aboud: And he pointed out that that sounded a little like a Batman villain.

[Laughter]

John Rogers: Fake Drake.

John Aboud: ‘Very well Fake Drake.’

John Rogers: The- and again, these are people- these are professional spies. These are people who are hired to take care of people like Eliot.

Aldis Hodge: So it's okay for them to get hurt.

John Rogers: So it's okay for them to get beat up.

John Aboud: For his arm to bend that way.

Aldis Hodge: Yeah we don't feel bad for him, no.

John Rogers: I love the ASCII art there.

John Aboud: Yep, yep.

John Rogers: I love that he would go to the effort of making an ASCII manticore. Cause that's not easy. And you can't have an intern do that cause it's your secret logo.

Chris Downey: Yeah.

John Aboud: I think that probably took Derek all of five seconds. And then it even animates! It even animates when it dies.

John Rogers: x o x o x o yeah. Again, he would've had to do that. So at some point Arye Gross' character had to have gone, ‘What if somebody hacks this? I should put a death animation in just in case.’

Chris Downey: Yeah well you want to know that it's gone.

John Rogers: Yeah exactly. Made unaware.

Jonathan Frakes: This is the fifth Beatle, played strong in this show.

John Rogers: Yeah Derek Frederickson. And of course manticore based on various intercept methods that you can use. And that's kinda tricky is social media is both a tool of insurrection and makes you vulnerable. As soon as you network with other people it's a weakness.

John Aboud: We talked about Carnivore I think wasn’t that the-

John Rogers: Yes, that was the FBI one.

John Aboud: Was the decryption.

Chris Downey: Now how long did it take to ‘Badger 85’? ‘Cause you had to find ways to implant it.

Michael Colton: That- actually that was kind of fun because we had to figure out ways to use the word ‘badger’ or ‘85’.

John Aboud: For this.

Michael Colton: Yeah.

John Aboud: For this sequence.

Chris Downey: For the flashes.

Jonathan Frakes: There was a wonderful alliteration in this.

Chris Downey: ‘Five years’.

John Aboud: ‘Wasn't all bad-ger brain hold onto every detail’.

John Rogers: And there's the badger. You gotta remember that badger.

Aldis Hodge: AKA Beth.

Michael Colton: ‘I already ate, five months’.

John Rogers: I've had this dream so many times.

[Laughter]

Michael Colton: ‘You hacked me?’

John Rogers: And now the meltdown. We don't really give them a gloat here, we don't really give them a gloat.

John Aboud: He pre-gloats.

Aldis Hodge: With the Fred Flinstone run out.

[Laughter]

John Rogers: That’s a chess club run.

Chris Downey: He was in the chess club.

John Aboud: Schmitty.

Jonathan Frakes: Can’t believe we’re out of beer.

Chris Downey: ‘Out of beer!’

Jonathan Frakes: Never happened to Paul.

John Rogers: I don’t think that was a line, I think we just ran out of beer on set.

[Laughter]

John Rogers: Oh Larry Duberman, millionaire, the stress has gotten to him, he's melting down. I'll take him away.

Jonathan Frakes: Here's where we toyed with having our favorite FBI guys in this.

Chris Downey: We almost did but the scheduling didn't work. But we tried to have-

Michael Colton: Yep.

John Rogers: Again always the pain but real humans are attached to these roles. They don't wait around for us.

Chris Downey: Taggert and McSweeten.

John Aboud: Doucherman!

Aldis Hodge: Doucherman.

John Aboud: So disappointed.

Chris Downey: Gave him a nice shot there.

John Aboud: So disappointed.

Jonathan Frakes: He's a friend, he gets a good close up.

John Rogers: That's good.

Jonathan Frakes: And this- I love this end. I love this.

Michael Colton: This is what the show started with.

John Rogers: We held onto this end for two years.

Michael Colton: This was all we had.

John Aboud: This is the image from which the episode sprung.

Michael Colton: From whence it sprang.

John Aboud: Yep.

John Rogers: Like the head of Zeus.

Aldis Hodge: It's a red party cup.

[Laughter]

John Aboud: I love that shirt. I love that shirt. I do love that shirt.

Chris Downey: Is that what that is?

Aldis Hodge: Yup yup.

John Aboud: Red party cup.

Michael Colton: Which is a line-

Chris Downey: Oh I want that.

Jonathan Frakes: And he gives it up to. This actor gives it up again.

John Rogers: Yeah, well didn't we put cayenne pepper in his eyes?

Jonathan Frakes: No we did not.

John Rogers: Oh we don't do that anymore? Alright. No he was-

Aldis Hodge: It's how we motivate our actors. They go hard.

John Rogers: Absolutely fantastic work.

John Aboud: I made him cry.

Aldis Hodge: It’s cause you called him fat right before you shot it.

John Rogers: That's a big part of the show by the way, the victim isn't just pathetic.

John Aboud: It was the insults that did it.

John Rogers: That was a spinoff, too, we talked about - Mandy and Schmitty.

John Aboud: Mandy/Schmitty.

John Rogers: Unwittingly getting involved in cons.

Michael Colton: Schmitheads.

Jonathan Frakes: Mandy was thrilled to get to play a girl with big boobs cause she had just had a baby, so she never had boobs like this before. So she was thrilled to be asked-

Chris Downey: I'm sure she can enjoy hearing that on this.

[Laughter]

Jonathan Frakes: Lana[?] told me this for sure.

Michael Colton: They look wonderful.

John Rogers: The- and this was fun. The whole idea that they were so convincing at the con and so charming-

Jonathan Frakes: Yeah that they become-

John Rogers: You could've done an entire subplot like that.

Chris Downey: Oh look at that.

John Rogers: I think that's you know that's a good day for Schmitty, he really lost track of his friends, and he's just happy to know Drake’s doing okay.

Jonathan Frakes: And you can't miss the beer bowl, John Hughes. Thank you very much.

John Rogers: No he- and this is Joe LoDuca giving us- and we originally wanted words and then he gave us the melody as a sample before he put the words on and realized we don't want words.

Chris Downey: No, yeah, that's perfect.

John Rogers: This is perfect. This sounds exactly like an 80s tune.

Aldis Hodge: Now which one of your guys' high school dreams is this, here?

John Rogers: Dancing with Gina Bellman?

Michael Colton: Dancing with Tim Hutton?

[Laughter]

Aldis Hodge: Becoming prom king after like 85 years.

Jonathan Frakes: I love the callback to these two characters, in these costumes, in this place. I think this is lovely, actually.

Michael Colton: Magical.

John Rogers: This is fantastic. This is one of my favorite endings. It really is.

Aldis Hodge: Bit of redemption for what they’ve gone through.

Jonathan Frakes: No, but it’s in front of all these people. Their pasts-

John Rogers: Yeah, and she's not gonna tell him the name, but she's-

Chris Downey: And high school reunions like we said are full of, like, emotion. I mean it's just that’s what's- it kinda takes you back so it’s-

John Aboud: Well and of course what we liked was that Parker never experienced this stuff. So to her it's an alien world and by the end-

Chris Downey: And here's the shot.

John Aboud: This is it.

Jonathan Frakes: Well the metaphor of her feet being off the ground. Here we go bring it on.

Aldis Hodge: Yup.

Michael Colton: Oh yeah.

John Rogers: Yeah, just never actually touching the ground.

Aldis Hodge: I'm just that strong, I'm holding her up.

[Laughter]

Chris Downey: That is great.

Aldis Hodge: Oh yeah.

Chris Downey: And of course look! The one who- the one guy who didn't get to have any fun.

Jonathan Frakes: ‘I don't get to go.’

John Rogers: ‘Did anybody ask if Eliot's okay? Is Eliot alive?’

Jonathan Frakes: Sorry buddy.

John Rogers: Pissed off Christian is a funny Christian. And then pan up and then find both of them. Oh I love this shot.

Jonathan Frakes: Excellent use of the crane.

John Rogers: This is kind of the whole reason to do- yeah. And-

John Aboud: Fan favorite, gonna call it.

John Rogers: Fan favorite, yep.

Chris Downey: Yeah.

John Aboud: Calling it yeah.

Chris Downey: Both of your episodes guys have endings of real-

Michael Colton: The rest of them are shit, but the endings really land.

Chris Downey: But I'm saying-

Michael Colton: Stick the landing.

John Rogers: Gotta hold on for the ending of Colton and Aboud episode.

Chris Downey: I’m trying to pay you a compliment!

Jonathan Frakes: Makes you wanna put in another DVD doesn't it?

John Rogers: Yes, yes, you should go-

Jonathan Frakes: Let’s watch another episode!

John Rogers: You should go watch another episode right now.

Jonathan Frakes: Go run to the fridge, get some stuff, put another one in.

John Rogers: Get some stuff. If you're pantless that's cool we’re pantless.

Michael Colton: You’re saying for douchbags to go hard.

Aldis Hodge: If Hardison-

Michael Colton: We wrote two endings-

John Aboud: Fake it- we fake it well.

Michael Colton: That are actually heartwarming.

Chris Downey: Very heartwarming.

John Rogers: Well you were given one of them.

[Laughter]

Jonathan Frakes: Thanks for watching.

Aldis Hodge: Peace people.

#Leverage #Leverage TNT #Leverage Audio Commentary Transcripts #Audio Commentary #Transcripts #Parker #Alec Hardison #Elliot Spencer #Nate Ford #Sophie Deveraux #Season 3 #Episode 2 #Season 3 Episode 2 #The Reunion Job

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heartbeat || p.jm

@jiminiestanposts requested: Hiii, could I request a top male reader x bottom jimin please?? Where the reader likes jimin but jimin doesn’t like him back. After a few months, though, jimin gets jealous when the reader and another member seem close, and this is when he realises that he loves the reader. Angst at the beginning, but fluffy at the end when reader and jimin get together😊 Thank youuuuuu!! 💜💜💜

a/n: ahh its been awhile hasn’t it? over the past few months sooo much has changed for me! i’m getting into the colleges i applied to (hallelujah) and i’m almost done with the college craziness (hopefully)! i’m so sorry this is posted so late, but my computer broke a few months ago and is still broken, so i had to write this using my phone (which was icky) but i hope my writing skills aren’t too rusty. thank you so so so much to the lovely jiminiestanposts for requesting and i hope this is what you were looking for bub! (also, i hope everyone has had a good holiday and is staying healthy!) 💖💖

pairing: jimin x male danceinstructor!reader

genre: angsty at the beginning, christmas fluff at the end <3

words: 2.1k

warnings: unrequited love (at the beginning), sadness, jealousy

~**~

Your hands were numb as you walked into the BigHit building. This winter has been grueling and even you can admit to being a baby when it comes to the cold.

You shrugged off your jacket and pulled off your hat once you entered one of the many dance practice rooms that BigHit had within its walls. Setting up the sound system was almost second nature as you were rounding the three month mark of being one of BigHit’s dance instructors. You technically weren’t supposed to be promoted as early as you were (you had been working as a back-up dancer for only a year before being promoted) but one of the instructors was on leave because his wife gave birth, and it quickly became apparent that the dance staff needed another set of hands for teaching.

But the other dance instructors didn’t look down on you for being promoted out of necessity, as did any of the other background dancers. They agreed that out of all of them, you were one of the most talented because of the sheer amount of power you held over your body and the dominance that you portrayed when you were dancing. Because of the talent you held, you were assigned to work with BTS themselves.

Today however you were working with the trainee’s because Miyoung, a fellow instructor, got sick with the flu and needed someone to take over. You were glad to help, but most of the trainee’s weren’t glad that you were teaching. You’ve been told that the way you taught was really hardcore and labor intensive, especially to people who don’t train with you often, but you just wanted them to be the best they could be.

The trainee’s didn’t see it that way.

So when the time came when you announced that practice was over, all of the younglings dropped to the ground and heaved out groans of relief. You could’ve sworn some even fall asleep.

It was then that Jimin decided to peak his head into the door of the practice room and smile at the scene. The trainee’s all scrambled to their feet to greet him but he just smiled and told them to rest. They made their way out of the room, thanking you timidly as they went.

Jimin started walking over to you and your heart skipped a beat. “Hyung! I thought we talked about working the young ones to death!” He laughed and you would’ve felt lightheaded if you weren’t leaning against the mirrored wall.

“If they wanna be as good of a dancer as you, Jiminie, then I have to be hard on them.” You laughed, still a bit out of breath.

Jimin just hit you on the shoulder and scoffed, “You are better than me 100 percent, hyung.”

You swore this boy was out to kill you.

Park Jimin was perfection in human form. While you wholeheartedly agreed that everyone in BTS was handsome (you had no qualms admitting it out loud) Jimin just did something to you that the other boys didn’t. His personality was nothing to look over, either. All Jimin had to do was be himself and you were there at his beck and call.

Ever since you had started working as BTS’ personal dance instructor, it was like a part of you that you didn’t know was missing fell into place. You had become fast friends with all of them, and there was a certain calmness you felt around them. They were like a family, and you were surrounded by that positive energy almost instantly and brought into their circle.

For a while you passed off your growing affection for Jimin as that. You were enveloped by the good vibes they gave off and that was how you rationalized suddenly wanting to be around Jimin. Hold his hand, make him smile.

But eventually you had to face the music. When your thoughts started to stray to him whenever you had any free time, or when you fantasized about kissing him, taking care of him, you knew what had happened.

You were falling head first in love with this man. (if you weren’t in love with him already)

Yet, you were also scared of what the implications of that were. You started to question yourself more. How does he feel about you? Is he even interested like you are? Does he feel the connection you do? There were so many questions and sometimes your feelings got overwhelming. There have been a couple close calls when you almost confessed just to get it off your chest.

But it’s not like you could just go around confessing your love to one of the members of the world’s biggest boy band.

You almost jumped when you felt a head on your shoulder. You looked down and got a face full of Jimin’s hair and you felt your skin burn where his bare arm touched yours.

He suddenly looked up at you with his big doe eyes and a pout on his face, “What’s on your mind? Are you ok?”

No, you were not ok and he was the reason.

You tried to sort through your thoughts as he looked at you like that, but all you could hear was your heartbeat all the way up in your throat. You were suddenly overcome with the strong urge to kiss him and pull him into a hug so you could protect him from the world. You battled with yourself as the both of you looked into each other’s eyes.

Screw it.

You pushed yourself off the wall (causing Jimin to stand up straight as well) and leaned down before you had the chance to chicken out (where this sudden braveness and affection came from, you would never know). Your lips met his soft ones as you grabbed his head in between your much larger hands.

It was sweet and soft, and you had no intention of deepening it if he didn’t want it. A few seconds went by before you felt his tiny hands push against your chest.

You leaned back and looked into his shocked eyes. Your hands were still cupping his cheeks as he struggled to make a sentence, “Y-Y/n I-“

You interrupted him; you had to let your feelings be known. It was unfair to both of you at this point, and you felt like you were going to explode. Besides, you were already to far over the edge to stop now. “I love you. I am in love with you, Park Jimin.”

His eyes widened even more than before and his mouth parted in disbelief. The room seemed to hold its breath with you as you waited for his response. After a few seconds he stepped back with a frown on his face.

Oh.

“I’m sorry Y/n, but I don’t feel the same.”

Oh.

He left the room, almost slamming the door behind him. In his place was the love that would never be reciprocated.

So much for not confessing.

It had been two months, three weeks, and six days since you confessed. Not that Jimin was counting or anything though.

After the Confession of 2020™️, as he had dubbed it, he’s felt rather misplaced. He doesn’t really know how to describe it.

After he had left the practice room that day, Jimin almost ran back to the dorms. His mind was on overdrive and he didn’t even know what to think, let alone feel.

You loved him. Not like, but love.

He couldn’t fathom how you, the dancer that got promoted in a year (that was a record), the guy that fit in so easily with him and his brothers, the one who had such a deep voice it made something inside him tremble, was in love with him. He was angry at first; how could you just say something that monumental, just out of the blue like that? What was Jimin even supposed to say? The lack of regard you seemed to have for his feelings on the matter made him angsty and upset.

What made him stop and think was the fact that you had pretended like nothing had ever happened.

You went back to treating him like you did before and didn’t bring it up again. But, there was a certain air about you. You seemed sad, and if you were a little more distant than usual, Jimin pretended not to know why when it was brought up one night while BTS was having dinner.

But after thinking about this for longer than he would like to admit, he realized that you only had his feelings in mind.

You decided to not let your feelings get in the way of your relationship with the others. You acted like nothing happened because he had rejected you, and you didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable.

Jimin felt like an ass after he figured it out. Of course you would be that considerate, that’s just the type of person you are.

The kind of awkward ‘what happens now’ energy surrounding you both went on for a couple more weeks, but it was when Jimin saw you in the practice room, lights off, head down, and shoulders shaking that he realized maybe you weren’t as ok as you made yourself out to be.

He wanted to go in and check on you, apologize, do something to make sure you were ok.

In the end, he didn’t.

Maybe that’s why, months later, he felt an uncomfortable prickly sensation deep in his gut when he saw you leaning against Hobi-hyung, laughing with tears in your eyes.

Yeah, he just felt guilty. Nothing else.

Yet that same prickly feeling only amplified when he saw you hanging out with Hoseok, dancing with him, grabbing lunch with him. Jimin didn’t get it.

All he knew was that he wanted you here with him instead of his hyung. He wanted you to be laughing, dancing, and eating with him, not anyone else. All of a sudden you were the one that he was thinking about. What were you doing at the moment? Were you smiling? Suddenly he missed your smile. Were you happy? Now he wanted to talk with you, to make you laugh.

This was getting ridiculous.

It was Christmas Eve, but Jimin was anything but cheery as he saw you hugging Hobi in greeting, thanking him for letting you spend the night on Christmas.

Was it just him or could he see you blushing?

All of a sudden, without really knowing what he was doing, Jimin pulled you away from Hoseok and marched you both into his room. You were surprised at the action and a little concerned as you looked at Jimin’s agitated face.

“Hey, are you alright? What’s up Jiminie?”

His heartbeat sped up.

You frowned when he didn’t answer your question. You put your head to his forehead because he looked a little red. “Are you sick? You don’t feel like you have a fever.”

Jesus christ, was this what it felt like to you when he would do anything? He could barely hear you over the sound of his own heartbeat. He wouldn’t be surprised if you could hear it too.

Your eyes softened when you saw tears at the corners of his eyes. You whipped at them softly, “Hey, whatever is bothering you, you can tell me.”

It was quiet for a minute and just as you thought he wasn’t going to answer, Jimin inhaled sharply.

“I love you.”

You paused, short-circuiting for a minute as you processed what he said.

He stepped closer to you, “I love you, L/n Y/n.”

His lips timidly met yours and before you knew what you were doing, you were kissing him back, full of passion.

You put every once of love, sadness, everything into the kiss to try to convey what you couldn’t say in words. You put your hands on his cheeks and tried to push him closer.

Once the two of you parted for air, you looked into his eyes. “God, I love you so much. Park Jimin, you have no idea what you do to me.” Both of you were a blushing mess.

A very small part of you wanted to be angry at him. He made you go through all that heartache, for what? But you would worry about that later; right now, you just wanted to be close to him.

You pulled him into a hug and his small hands found their place at your sides, tugging you closer. Jimin giggled into your chest, feeling lighter than he has in the last few months. “Merry Christmas, Y/n.”

You kissed his head, a giddy smile on your face. “Merry Christmas, Jiminie.”

[end]

~**~

end note: for some reason i love this fic so much!! maybe it’s because it’s my slow progression back into writing for them, but something about this one hits me in the feels (in a good way). i hope you guys have an amazing new year (here’s to hoping 2021 is bounds better than 2020!!🥂) and christmas break. again, thank you so so much to jiminiestanposts for the amazing prompt! and i want everyone to know that i support them and that they are loved 💖💜❤️

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uwumessenger · 4 years ago

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Hello Liebling! I was wondering if I could request since they are open. This ask is optional, ya dont havta do to it so no pressure. Anyways, I was wondering if you could do the ObeyMe! Brothers (and the other dateables if you want, not gonna make ya) with an MC that seems like a GenZ when out in public (like, there really outgoing and stuff) but in private there really an old soul, listening to either classical music or 50s-60s music while curling up with a good book? If you've already done soemthing like this then dont do this, and if all the brothers is too much then ya dont havta do all of them (pick like your favorites or the easiest ones to write for you if that makes it easier). Anyways, have a good day, afternoon, evening, or night wherever you are. Take a break, dont overwork yourself, and goodbye 🖐🏻!

sure thing! thank you for waiting as well as your kind words, hope u enjoy :) <3

lucifer

intrigued at first...didnt expect the duality!

like you were practically bouncing off the walls (at least to him)

and then the next time he saw you, you were so peaceful. like tall grass in the wind at the top of a hill

he appreciates your calm demeanor as much as he secretly enjoys your chaotic side.

especially loves it when you two are chillin alone in peace with your favorite music playing on a record player and reading your own books

saw you slow dancing with luke to your fav oldies once when luke was sleeping over. it was the cutest thing ever

mammon

hes a little more energetic than you so whenever he interrupts your alone time it might make him slappable

like youre just reading peacefully and then he pops out of nowhere ready to drag you around 😭

likes that you can be chaotic, but doesnt get why you're more of an old soul

hes always itching to go do stuff but as time goes by he learns how to give you your you time when you need it

but he'll always remind you that if you ever want someone to listen to music or read a book with, go to him not satan or lucifer

levi

hes caught off guard like lucifer when he first saw you oh so peaceful on your own time

he'll ask if you wanna have "me-us time" which is when you're both doing your own thing but in the same space...he just likes your vibes

not as outgoing as you are but he still really likes hanging out with you

you guys are loud as hell though when levi takes you to go stand in line for anime merch or whatever special edition ruri chan is up for sale

dont have me-us time with anyone else unless u want him to ignore u for at least two business days

satan

is almost exactly the same so you guys match energies

he likes giving you book recommendations and recieving recs from you in return

as opposed to levi he likes "we-me time" which is where you guys are reading the same book and pause every now and then to discuss the story

and when it comes to going out...dang

ayo lucifer better watch out🗣☝🏻💯🚨🚨🚨

asmo

asmo would always beg for you to go with him to the spa but after watching you relax on your own in the library, he suddenly feels like it's necessary to add himself into your private time

he wont do anything though

just sits and watches you like a puppy as you read your book or close your eyes while listening to some classics

he finds it peaceful...a nice escape from the chaos of his brothers

though of course, if you're ready to stir up trouble or go out to party, asmo is at the ready!

beel

he himself is more reserved both out in public and at home in private, so he likes late night snacking with you in your room while you do your thing

likes movie nights though, where you guys watch really old films

he'll listen to you discuss the history of cinema for HOURS

such a good listener. always ready and willing to listen to you discuss books, authors, musicians, etc.

likes your outgoing side too, and appreciates that you can kinda keep him on a leash whenever hes super hungry so that he doesnt go crazy

belphie

you could say hes somewhat of an old soul himself

one of the less chaotic brothers. or at least thats how he appears to be

he may be a master at sleeping but when he invites himself into your space during alone time those naps just hit different

you just have such an interesting energy/vibration...he appreciates it

if you cant find a certain vinyl or cassette, it's probably him that took it. definitely stole your hobbies so he can sleep better

#hope u likey!#obey me tingz #obey me #obey me!#obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me scenarios

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canary3d-obsessed · 4 years ago

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed - Episode 02

Warning: Spoilers for all 50 episodes!

(Masterpost ) (Previous Episode) (Next Episode)

Donkey Riding

way ho and away we go, donkey riding donkey riding way ho and away we go, riding on a donkey

Wei Wuxian and Apple are doing their best for the Ministry of Culture and Tourism.

Xiao Zhan had trouble riding the donkey sitting side-saddle, so the Department of Questionable Practical Effects made him a fake leg to wear while riding regular style.

Can you spot it? It’s very hard to spot. It is very convincing.

Simple Pleasures

Wei Wuxian takes his time wandering up the nearest mountain, and half of the cultivators in the land also wander up this mountain because...Night Hunting! The cultivators are hot and thirsty from walking because they forgot that they all know how to fly.

Wei Wuxian relaxes by a well and listens to people stanning him.

Also

I’m going to say it: Wei Wuxian never met a drinking vessel he couldn’t blow.

Everything is Beautiful at the Ballet

The actress who plays A-Yan is named Zhang Linran. She probably has studied dance since she was 4 and now she gets her big break which turns out to be feeding an apple to a donkey. So let’s pause for a second to look at how beautifully she moves.

Reunions are Awkward, Part 1

Wei Wuxian meets up with one of his family members and it goes super well.

I...like Jin Ling? He’s much less of a douchebag than his dad, his uncles Jin, Jiang, and Mo (the three stooges), and every damn one of his Jin cousins. He’s genuinely brave (his Dad’s primary good quality) and his hair is on fleek. He’s still a whiny diaper baby, but I like him.

(much more after the cut!)

Then Jiang Cheng shows up, looking fine as hell and radiating peak arrogant-prick energy.

When he discovers that ‘Mo Xuanyu” stuck a piece of paper to Jin Ling, he tells the child to literally murder him. Excellent uncleing! A+++++ would recommend.

“In fact, literally murder anyone who uses Yiling Laozu’s tools, like talismans, lure flags, or spirit compasses - basically murder everyone in the Lan Clan plus those other fanboys we saw coming up the hill. Then get out there and make some friends, goddamn it!”

These nets full of cultivators on this daytime night hunt are the only time we ever see anything in a net during a night hunt. In fact dudes constantly go night hunting and the only prey we ever see is rock lady, murder turtle, and a couple of rag mops in the lake.

You Are Not Qualified to Speak to Me

Also radiating arrogant-prick energy on this occasion is Lan Wangji. He has been using pettiness as a weapon since long before he met this Jiang Cheng turkey, and he *brings it* when Jiang Cheng tries to have a conversation with him.

Letting your eyes wander everywhere except to his punchable face while you ignore his passive-aggressive questions? Quality work.

Dropping a silence spell on his child and then letting your own child explain it to him? Golden.

Lan Wangji is never ever going to forgive Jiang Cheng for what he did on cliff day, and his silence here is as pointed as an ice pick. I suspect the last words Lan Wangji actually spoke to him were “Jiang Wanyin, stop it,” sixteen years ago.

Jiang Cheng is actually the bigger person in this particular interaction, visibly mastering his temper and telling Jin Ling to take his medicine.

Reflecting

Wei Wuxian hangs out by a beautiful river and hallucinates for a while. River Jiang Yanli is nurturing and River Jiang Cheng is pissed off, so there are no surprises there. River Jiang Cheng thinks that Wei Wuxian is a promise-breaking douchebag. He’s not exactly wrong.

Courtesy of convenient gossiping cultivators, Wei Wuxian discovers that the 16 year old arrogant kid from the Jin clan who his brother from the Jiang clan has custody of is actually and quite obviously Jin Rulan.

Well fuck I guess now I care about something, that’s inconvenient.

Needing to help parent the child of the sister who parented him is what draws Wei Wuxian fully into his new life.

As soon as he has this realization, Apple comes back from roaming around, and never gives him any trouble after this for the rest of the story. Which...probably doesn’t mean anything.

Wen Gravesite

Does Wen Ning hang out here because it’s where he and his (dead) people came from? Oh great, now I am sad.

Judging by all the leaves on this grave thingy I’m going to say that this grave tender dude is, ah, not very good at his job.

Get him, Jingyi!

I feel like maybe we all focus too much on how Lan Jingyi is so hilarious and sardonic and not enough on how he is a such a biscuit.

Soul Grass

As mentioned in the previous post, Chinese spiritual concepts don’t always translate well into English. Soul grass? Sure, why not.

This is where Wei Wuxian’s Sherlock Holmes brain starts to work, although he still doesn’t remember really basic stuff about Dafan Mountain. Dying and changing bodies is rough on the old neurochemistry. This creates more opportunities for flashbacks, however, and if there’s one thing The Untamed deffo needs more of, it’s kissing flashbacks.

Temple Statue

Presumably grave-tender dude is also in charge of clearing away spiderwebs at the temple, because it’s not getting done.

Jin Ling walks into the temple blaspheming at full volume.

Since this isn’t a Greek story, he isn’t immediately struck blind for this. Then when he wishes for the statue to come alive, it obligingly does. Everything’s coming up Rulan!

Wei Wuxian shows up to rescue all the kids by throwing talismans at the monster which does not tip anyone off to who he is.

Baby Cultivator Babysitting

Lan Wangji chills out in the cultivators’ pavilion with Jiang Cheng and their mutual hate boners.

Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian forgets all about his nephew and turns into cool professor guy, explaining the basics of soul-eating to the baby cultivators and gleefully encouraging their fear of Hanguang-Jun’s punishments.

Because the Lan babies are good filial children they are super respectful and engaged with this random adult who is lecturing them. They also - like their own Hanguang-Jun at their age - see and admire Wei Wuxian’s intellect. It’s easy to forget how extremely smart Wei Wuxian is, because of how extremely dumb Wei Wuxian is.

Lan Jingyi suddenly figures out Wei Wuxian is not crazy.

Bis. Kit.

Then Rock Lady shows up and Jin Ling sticks 6 arrows into her while Lans Jingyi and Sizhui stand around not bothering to draw their swords.

I see a lot of comments about the bad effects in the statue sequences but I think Rock Lady is all right. The figure animation is decent and the lighting is no worse on her than on everything else in the scene. Her hair is nice, for a rock person.

Admittedly I just finished watching Guardian which has CGI monsters so bad they may have injured my retinas and possibly also my DNA, so the bar, for me, is pretty low. Rock lady clears it with room to spare.

Note: Wei Wuxian’s flute playing does zippity towards controlling the statue. Not sure what his plan was here.

Wen Ning Kicks Ass

Now we get to meet Wen Ning, who appears to be a stone-cold badass. Later we will discover how hilariously inaccurate that assessment is.

While all versions of Wen Ning are delightful, this version of Wen Ning is also...strangely attractive? He’s got a Patti-Smith-Horses-Era vibe here, instead of his more usual lost-baby-dork vibe. And his dreamy “I have nails in my head” expression is intriguing.

I mean, he’s not a total snack like zombie Song Lan or pre-zombie Song Lan or blind Song Lan or post-zombie Song Lan, but this look is a good one for Wen Ning, is what I’m saying.

Reunions are Awkward, Part 2

Lan Wangji, who has 99% already recognized Wei Wuxian because of the haunted sword and the fierce jawline and beautiful neck and tiny tiny waist, is summoned by his flute playing as inexorably as the Ghost General was.

Jiang Cheng also recognizes Wei Wuxian and goes into full beatdown mode, thwarted (silently) by Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian attempts to preserve his incognito by sassing Jiang Cheng in as sibling-like a manner as possible.

Hanguang-Jun’s Pro-Ghost Agenda Has Been Clear for Some Time

This Jiang/Lan fight is hilarious when you consider the implications.

Macroexpression vs. Microexpression

Mo Xuanyu brought Wei Wuxian back using sacrifice summons, a dark ritual invented by Wei Wuxian that he, most likely, did NOT show to Lan Wangji back in the day. So it’s a pretty safe bet that Lan Wangji doesn’t know that Wei Wuxian was gifted a body, rather than stealing one.

when your brother turns around, you must whip him you will never live it down unless you whip him

When Jiang Cheng lets loose with Zidian, it’s not just because he’s angry. He’s using purple power to force Wei Wuxian’s ghost out of the body he’s apparently possessed. And Lan Wangji instantly STOPS him from doing that.

Clan Leader Jiang: this person has been possessed, against their will, by an evil ghost

Future Chief Cultivator Lan: Counterpoint: I am banging the ghost

Flashback Time

Welcome to your 30-episode flashback!

Once I used to join in Every boy and girl was my friend Now there's revolution, but they don't know What they're fighting

Let us close our eyes Outside their lives go on much faster Oh, we won't give in We'll keep living in the past

Road Tripping to Summer School

Gosh I’m looking forward to younger, kinder, more relatable Jiang Cheng.

...prick.

Incidentally, until now this episode didn’t know that Jiang Cheng has smile muscles, and neither did the person who glued his wig on for him.

I Like Rabbits

Here we have our first rabbit in a large collection of rabbit iconography that appears in The Untamed.

Instead of sending everyone to the Wikipedia page for Tu'er Shen I’m going to take this opportunity to rec the short film Kiss of the Rabbit God by Andrew Thomas Huang (tw: blood, tw:body-mod cutting) which you can read about and watch over at Nowness.com

Particularly if you are a queer person of Chinese heritage, check it out.

So. What the fuck are these? Are they food?

Are they made from wax? Or corn starch? or pig intestines?

Wei Wuxian runs off to get laid drunk and Jiang Cheng grumps about it. Jiang Yanli reminds him that being free is a Jiang Clan Rule, so really Wei Wuxian is following the rules by not following the rules. Does that mean he’s not free? My head hurts.

Jiang Cheng: yes but grump grump grump

Jiang Yanli: Nothing bad will ever happen because of A-Xian’s choices, trust me

Outro

Wei Wuxian faint tally: one Caught by: the cold hard ground

Soundtrack: 1. Donkey Riding by Great Big Sea 2. Living in the Past by Jethro Tull 3. Whip It by Devo

Fic prompt: Lan Wangji’s internal monologue while he sits in the pavilion with Jiang Cheng

If you write a fic from this prompt and want to share, please post a link in comments!

Bonus: Wang Zuocheng, macro-expression king

Episode 03 Restless Rewatch coming soon!

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This is it. This is the happy ending they deserve. Fluff. Fem!Loki, because we don't get enough of Loki's female form. Some musings about relationships in general, I think. Guys, I'm crying as I'm posting this.

note: I've got two posts of outtakes coming out sometime this week. Snippets that didn't fit in the story but that have the needed vibe, y kno? As well as a new story is coming out soon... Be sure to check out my main masterlist and taglist if you like my writing <3

I want to thank all my readers for this amazing journey. I love all of you, really, like- I haven't figured out how to produce serotonin on my own ever since I hit puberty, and you guys, you are an amazing source for it. I appreciate the time and the patience that it took to read this 120k word thing and I hope you found a little something for yourself in my writing. A comfort, maybe, because everyone deserves to be happy. I love you all 3000.

"You suck," I grumbled in Peter's direction. Luckily, the little shit was out of my immediate eyesight and I couldn't just pelt him with the assorted items that were scattered around me; luckily for him - after enduring hours of non-stop rambling from the spider boy, I was ready to bargain with Stephen for the sorcerer to put a temporary mute ban on Pete. His nervousness was becoming contagious.

"And you swallow," Pietro replied with a snicker as I heard him wrestle with Peter's tie over the pathetic noises of whining and grumbling coming from the younger man.

"I'm lady, ladies don't spit," I rolled my eyes into the skies, catching Loki's appreciative snicker. She - and yes, Loki was in her female form for this event - carefully combed and did my hair, something completely out of this world, all puns intended. I supposed she was feeling generous, because her female form generally made Loki even more moody and unapproachable. But in a hot way. I hope she didn't notice me ogling her like some kind of gallery painting. "You're a goddess, I can't believe you're friends with me," I addressed Loki, watching the careful movements of her slender hands in the mirror.

A small smirk and a dusting of pink over her pale cheeks was what I got, but the silence was so, so loud.

"Stop flirting," Wanda remarked from her spot by the window where she was doing Natasha's make-up with surgical precision. "You already have three boyfriends, leave some for us, Jesus," Her tone was playful.

"Oh my God, like you didn't brainfreeze and run into the fucking wall, forehead-first, when you saw Loki walk in," I scoffed as Loki's blush deepened.

My witchy friend grumbled something rude in Sokovian under her breath but refrained from any more comments, choosing to simp in defiant silence. Well, good for her, because I was about a hundred and five percent sure that Loki was as equally as smitten with her. It's just that neither of them knew how to approach the other. What can I say, idiots in love...

And yes, yes, I can say that because it takes one to know one. My own idiots were somewhere on the upper floors - getting ready in their own rooms, pulling out their brand new suits and ties for the annual Stark gala. It was supposed to be a charity fundraiser but as all of us were quite disillusioned, we knew it was nothing but a pissing contest between people with small PP syndrome. Even Tony himself said so.

Which is why I had assembled all the girls and theys in my room for a mission debrief. My own personal pride wouldn't let me be anything but a star, and to be completely honest, I just wanted to show off my family to the world - even if the delicate parts of our relationship were hidden from the general public, it filled me with immense amount of joy to be surrounded by my very own at their absolute best.

As for Pietro and Peter, they arrived not too long after me, Wanda, Natasha and Loki made camp in the biggest room with the most amount of natural light, surrounded by make-up and other assorted tools. Both boys were bickering but it was obvious that some of the older men had gotten on their nerves, forcing the youngsters seek solace with their peers.

"You know, Vanity Fair better be talking about us for at least a week," I grouched as Wanda helped me into my dress before I returned the favour. "The amount of people I had to actually, physically talk to, to get us these fucking gowns, is frankly disgusting."

"Agreed," Loki admired herself in the mirror, smoothing out invisible creases in her gown. "Although I must say, the dressmakers on Midgard are far more patient and open-minded than on Asgard." Truly, Loki had nearly driven the poor lady crazy. But on the upside, Loki looked like a living doll. Pristine, perfect.

"Our whims are their wages," Natasha piped up with a chuckle.

We stepped out into the main room, taking note of the men scattered on the couches, all of them wearing an almost identical expression of being already done with the formal event - which, I didn't blame them. Having gotten used to the informal, communal-living atmosphere, I wasn't overly keen on being surrounded by random rich douchebags either; as it was unavoidable, I was going to be miserable - but at least I was going to be miserable in style.

Predictably, the menfolk froze and hurried to pelt us with compliments as they surveyed our ensemble - all of our dresses had a distinct vibe despite carrying a sense of individuality to each gown. That was my idea, actually, to present the team as a family - both to satisfy my own need for one and to present a good public image for the press. Call it getting good cookie from the public - in advance.

"Stunning, absolutely beautiful," Tony chastely kissed my cheek, leading my by the arm towards the limo, Stephen and Bruce a pace behind us. "I'm the luckiest man in the world."

"We are," Bruce corrected him mutely. Stephen's smirk was a mile wide. "It'll be hard to keep my hands to myself for four hours but I'll manage," The scientist added, eyes briefly flashing a fluorescent green.

"There are children here," Peter interjected, nervously waving a hand. I gently elbowed Tony, speaking with my eyes rather than words, that Pete was in dire need of emotional support for his first big public event. With a sigh, the engineer relocated to sit next to the spider boy, both of them talking in hushed tones.

"Now, Bruce," I smiled innocently. "Why would I refuse a dance or five to my favourite lab partner in crime?" I winked at him as giggles erupted all around us. "And I'm sure there's a point somewhere about wizards sweeping princesses off their feet," I kept up the banter in hopes that any remaining tension would evaporate before we arrive to the venue.

I, however, couldn't lose all of it for we were absolutely assaulted by the photographers and press as we arrived to the red carpet; it was only sheer luck that me and Wanda didn't stumble ass over heels out of the limo. That luck's name was Loki: her magic delicately helped us to exit the car with grace despite our large gowns. Mental note to buy Loki all the chocolate: add to priority list.

It went about as good as it could. Peter was introduced as a trainee - and nearly had an aneurysm when Tony none-too-kindly corrected the host, calling Peter his protégée and successor. As for little old me? Rising star of biochemical engineering. No titles, no direct titles, but it was heavily implied we were involved.

I could fell the old, white rich men leering at me despite the layers of silk and tulle. Nobody was commenting on my champagne intake so I downed one after the other until I had a comfortable buzz going on. I could absolutely see why female scientists became either reclusive or brash.

Bruce's eyes followed me wherever I went. I had encountered some people I vaguely knew from all the socialite events I had to attend with my mother, so it wasn't as if I was a fish out of the water; it's just that every time I strayed further than ten feet from out group, I instantly grew a tail in the form of one of the Avengers.

"Sam, quit being creepy," I exited the ladies room, immediately spying the handsome man just 'casually' hanging out by a potted plant, glued to his smartphone and pretending to be very busy.

He looked up guiltily, shutting down Minesweeper and pocketing the phone. "Not taking any risks this time 'round, Princess," He offered me his arm, leading us back to our table. "Tony would have my head."

I rolled my eyes, falling into the chair next to Stephen. "My tracker implant is still in and the bracelets Natasha loaned me are actually tasers. Bird, chill," My hand snuck under the tablecloth, blindly groping for Stephen's hand. It didn't take much time for him to respond, cradling my smaller palm in his larger one, offering the small comfort with a tiny tilt to his lips. Both my large skirt and the fabric covering the table aided the secrecy; I felt like a middle schooler sneaking a kiss from my first crush behind the bleachers.

Coupled with the bubbles in my champagne, it made me giddy.

"Sam is just being careful, Princess," Stephen rumbled patiently. "This ball will be over soon."

I snorted, "But Stephen, I love balls," Causing the whole table erupt in bashful snickers.

"Yeah, think to me about it," Wanda downed the remnants of her wine glass, eyes wide, looking to the side. The giggling became a full belly-laugh as I didn't have the decency to play coy. I just smirked because, yeah, I did love me some...

The final hour dragged on forever. My feet hurt from the dancing. I had my suspicions that time would pass faster if I actually move around so I didn't waste the chance and cajoled Bruce into several slow dances with me. The energy between us was electric; I hoped my wife eyes and the red crawling up his neck would be attributed to alcohol. We spoke in hushed tones, about nothing in particular, the words being like sticks we threw into our fire.

Tony wasn't around much, way too busy to do much more than stop by our table every now and then. I both envied and admired him; he handled everything with grace and serendipity. Tony was right there next to Thor and Loki - literal royalty - and I had to pinch myself to prevent myself from ogling him, sighing in lovesickness every goddamn minute.

"If you ever stop looking at him like that, I don't think he'll survive," Stephen's tone was cheeky; his eyes were intense as he looked down at me as we danced. My sorcerer was rarely sappy, but when he found the words to describe his feelings... It was serious.

I met his eyes slowly, letting him soak in the very same admiration and awe I felt when I was with him. I felt his shudder, I heard the hitch in his breath. He wasn't jealous, no, he simply observed. I wanted him to see what I saw. "The day that I stop looking at you all like that is the day that I need to get my head screwed on straight." I wasn't a poet but neither was this a romance novel. "As far as I'm concerned, I won the lottery, the grand prize and the fucking life."

He chuckled. "You have way too much faith in us, Princess," Twirling me as to avoid the out of habit embrace.

Did I, though? I was inclined to disagree. Sure, we had our spits and arguments and sometimes Stephen would stick his cold ass feet under my blankets, Bruce's love for curry was a crime against anyone who slept in the same room as he and Tony routinely flirted with everyone and everything that had a pulse. I had days where my mother's temper surfaced.

Sometimes, one of us would inadvertently hog the other person and the remaining two would pout, roll their eyes or pitch a fit.

I just didn't see it as a big deal. All of those parts were normal - what couldn't be said about the rest of our situation. Compared to couples I've seen around, I thought we're happy. My boyfriends seemed to be happy, too, and if they weren't, it usually was pretty obvious.

So - okay, perhaps we definitely should be working on verbalizing our feelings. That would definitely solve if not world hunger, then at least the world war three that occasionally erupted in Tony's penthouse. And the ups and downs - not the steep kind, but ones not too different from waves rolling ashore - was what held us together. Because, well, our world was hectic and fast-paced and sometimes we needed that gentle rocking motion to sway us back to peace.

Tony's arm on my waist pulled me back to reality, steering me towards the balcony. Bruce and Stephen followed, all four of us power-walking through the inebriated crowd.

"Just so you know, I'm on board with whatever crazy shit you're planning," Stephen raised a palm towards a smirking Tony.

His mouth immediately dropped into a pout I could barely resist kissing. "But... I had a whole speech prepared," The engineer retorted indignantly, discreetly attempting to swat the sorcerer on the ass.

"And I'm sure it was amazing, honey," Bruce placated the upset Tony with a laugh, causing the latter to intensify his pout, eyeing us with mirth over the rim of his glasses, his stupid, lovely face more kissable than ever.

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