#i already look like a middle schooler so man i am gonna look so silly and unprofessional at this thing

[joshuamj]

yall i am sooooooo upset, im going to a stuffy professional conference thing all day tomorrow (and the next day!) so i wont get to play Echoes of Wisdom 😭😭😭

[benkouji726]

Five times Alex surprised Forrest and one time he didn’t

Chapter 2! It’s even longer than chapter 1, I must have lost my mind.

A little warning: this Chapter is Guerin heavy, and not exactly Guerin friendly. Sorry in advance.

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2.

They didn’t talk about Guerin.

To be fair, it was not like Alex purposely had avoided talking about him, just, there had been no good chance to. When they were together, out on a date or stayed in, they had so much to talk about: their shared passion for emotional artistic outlets, either music or poetry, their combat days, and how they both didn’t agree with the concept of war but had no choice but to fight, their different PTSD-symptoms, their true selves, just to name a few. They also had silly and meaningless conversations, like who their favorite slayer was, or how they cried over the new episode of Queer Eye. There was never a dull moment in their three months long relationship, and at no point would Forrest willingly talk about Alex’s ex. He didn’t even know if Guerin WAS Alex’s ex or not, from what he’d gathered from Alex’s friends, they’d not been dating to begin with.

Which brought him to the second scenario where Guerin might have been a topic between them, if he had ever shown to the friend group thingy (still didn’t how to call it) whenever he was around. He knew Guerin would be there, as long as Forrest couldn’t make it. And when they accidentally bumped in each other, whether with or without Alex’s presence, Guerin would always politely nod, mumble something like “howdy”, and turned away. He steered away from open mic nights completely.

So it was not like Forrest could abruptly turn to Alex, when they were in the middle of discussing what they would do after Friday’s dinner date, and said casually, “hey you know Michael Guerin? The one you apparently have been in love with for at least a decade, who, judged by the looks he throws your way when he thinks you are not looking, is also in love with you. Who you wrote an epic love song for and SANG it in front of your family, your colleagues, the whole town, and ME? How is the love between you two doing? Still going strong?”

No, that was not going to happen. Besides, he was kind of afraid what the answer would be. So he asked an easier question.

“Why don’t we just go back to your house, so we can netflix and chill?”

Alex smiled fondly, “We ‘netflix and chill’ed the last Friday. Don’t you want to do something more fun?”

“How dare you to assume any time we spend together is anything but fun, you wounded me, Manes.”

“Oh my God”, Alex laughed, “I thought you were done with the cheeky lines.”

Forrest smirked. “For you? Never.”

Alex shook his head, but he also turned a little pink in his ears, which gave Forrest enough courage to say the next bit.

“And after we ‘chilled’”, he winked, Alex rolled his eyes, “I thought maybe I could spend the night?”

And there it was, the “I don’t think this is a good idea but let me think of a way to let you down gently” face. It came out every time Forrest brought up the sleepover thing.

Honestly, Forrest was a little tired. They were dating three months now, they texted each other almost every single day, they spent time together regularly, they had three or four dates each week, and they ended having sex after ALL of their dates. It was frankly a little ridiculous that they always had to leave after sex to go to their own houses, even when they were bone deep tired and they had tangled in each other in warmth.

So he interrupted whatever Alex was trying to say, and turned on his most charming smile, even though his voice was a little shaky, because hope mixed with fear for rejection was always scary as fuck.

“I make a killer pancake, if I do say so myself. I’d hate for you to miss out on that.”

Alex blinked. Searched his face for a minute. Looked down. And when he looked up again, the let-down face was gone, and he said, softly but determined, “Well, if you put it that way, I’d hate for me to miss out on that too.”

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Dinner was great. The ‘chill’ part was mind blowing as usual, though they didn’t do much of the netflix part, because, and Forrest could not stress this enough, the chill part was REALLY good and they kinda had a hard time to keep their hands to themselves even after the “chilling”. So they just made out for God know how long, lazily and contently, between laughs and little convos, until they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

That was, until Forrest was startled awake by some loud knocking. Next thing he knew, Alex was already out of bed and headed to his front door.

“Wait, what? Who?” In his defense, he was not fully awake.

Alex threw him an apologizing smile over his shoulder, and gave him a name he least want to hear.

“It’s probably Guerin, and it’s probably nothing. Go back to sleep.” With that, he was gone.

Like hell he was going back to sleep after THAT.

Sitting up in Alex’s bed, Forrest realized Guerin never spoke while knocking on the door, and Alex was so sure it was him before he even got out of bed. Which did not just suggest their complex relationship, but also indicated it was not a one time occurrence.

Suddenly, Forrest thought of the many times Alex rejected his request to spend the night together and wondered if that was the real reason behind it.

It was insecure and unhealthy as fuck, he knew. And he also knew Alex was never this type of man. But the fact Alex left him in the middle of the night (clock said 2 am, Jesus), and didn’t even hesitate to come to Guerin, was enough to make his blood boil.

So he decided, then and there, fuck it, I’m gonna be petty because I sure as hell feel petty.

They were on Alex’s couch in his living room, sitting respectfully far enough. Guerin’s face was buried in his hands, and Alex was saying something, quiet and soft.

Forrest went out, barefoot, bare chest, came directly in front of Alex, dropped a kiss on his forehead, and said in a sleepy voice:

“What’s wrong, honey? Why aren’t you in bed?”

Only then he pretended to notice Guerin, and acted innocently surprised.

“Alien Guy! What are you doing here, at this hour?”

Through all his antics, both Alex and Guerin seemed frozen on spot. Good. Dramatic effect accomplished.

Then Alex turned to him, gave him his “I know what you are doing but I don’t approve” captain glance, which was unfairly hot, at the same time Guerin blurted out,

“Wait, he is sleeping here now?!” He seemed WAY more upset about this than whatever had been bothering him before he came.

Alex turned his glance to Guerin, added a warning “Michael”, and Guerin deflated like a punctured ballon. He curled in around himself, defeated, and threw some puppy eyes towards Alex. And Alex visibly softened.

They looked in each other’s eyes, seemingly having a silent conversation, and Forrest suddenly felt cold without his shirt and shoes.

He was prepared to be told again that he should go back to bed when Alex spoke, steel in his voice.

“Forrest is my boyfriend, we’ve been dating for three months now. It’s natural that we spend the night together at this point, don’t you think?”

Guerin looked like he was punched in his gut.

Alex stood up, went next to Forrest, and continued.

“You know you can come to me anytime you need me, Michael. And I’m willing to do whatever I can to help you. You’re my family, that’s never gonna change. But your issues with Max, I can’t help you with. It’s something you need to talk to him. Hell, you both should see a therapist together at this point. But you’re never gonna have answers and solutions by coming to me and crying on my shoulders.”

“So what, I can’t talk to my family about my problems, just because they can’t solve it?” Guerin stood up too, anger and hurt all over his face.

“You can, just not after midnight, when my boyfriend is here. So right now, you need to go.”

Guerin looked down, “You don’t have to say the B word again, I heard it first time.”

He turned around and left, without looking at Forrest even once.

After he slammed the door shut, Alex took several deep breaths, eyes teary, and asked in a small voice.

“I know we need to talk about this”, he leaned in to Forrest, head rest on his shoulder, “but can we talk in the morning? I’m exhausted and just wanna sleep now.”

So they slept.

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Next morning, Forrest was making pancakes and working out some plausible excuses as why he behaved like a goddamn high schooler and preparing for the hurtful but inevitable “look I’m sorry but I still love Michael” speech, when Alex appeared in the kitchen, freshly showered and looking like all of Forrest’s wet dreams rolled into one. It’s so unfair, the high schooler in Forrest whined.

What Alex said though, took him totally by surprise.

“I kinda liked it, you know.”

“...My pancakes? You’ve not had them yet.” He said, knowing perfectly that was not Alex was talking about.

Alex smiled, shyly. “No, I mean, when you came out and claimed your stake on me.”

Forrest blushed. He’d NEVER blushed. “You mean when I made a fool of myself being petty and immature like fuck?”

“Come to think of it, it WAS indeed very irrational and somewhat a dick move, so not adult-like”, Alex teased, but his eyes were warm and fond, “But I liked the fact that you would become this emotion-driven for me. And also the fact you’re willing to fight dirty for me, for us.”

Forrest felt so giddy he could combust. “Be careful there, Manes. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you are enabling my bad behavior.”

Alex laughed. “Oh God no. For future reference, I’d prefer we solve our insecurities and problems by communicating, not through some childish possessive bullshit”, he paused, considered for a minute, and said in a quieter voice, “but I get it. I didn’t exactly give you a chance to talk about Guerin and our history, and I didn’t handle the situation very well when he showed up. I should have talked to you before I went to him, I’m sorry.”

Forrest didn’t want to push, he really didn’t. But when it came to Alex, he was seriously lacking impulse control, so he went and asked, “Why didn’t you then?”

Alex seemed to be lost for a moment. But then he began to talk, slowly but surely.

“Michael and I, we had this instant connection and we have loved each other for a long time. But we also shared painful history and a ton of issues. We decided, over and over again, that we didn’t work, but we were always drawn back together like we were being pulled by some invisible strings.”

He inhaled, exhaled. And continued.

“When I sang that song, I didn’t know he was gonna be there. But when he showed up, I thought, well, maybe it was a sign, that I should fight for him one last time, so I looked into his eyes, and bared my heart and soul for him.”

“Then he walked out in the middle of the song.”

He seemed so heartbroken Forrest couldn’t help but went to him and held his hand.

Alex held on tight.

“I decided then and there, I wanna move on, like, truly move on. Free myself and see if I can find someone who makes me happy and for me to make him happy. And I’m so glad that I found you.”

He looked into Forrest eyes then, raw and open.

“I don’t think I’ll ever able to fully stop loving him, it’s like in my blood. He knows this, and he’s under the impression that he is currently not good enough for me, and he’s improving himself, so that when our timing is right, he’d come back and we’ll live happily ever after.”

Forrest felt his heart sank. He wasn’t sure he was able to pick it up again.

“But heart doesn’t work that way. I can’t just order it to wait and not to fall for anyone else. When I’m with someone, I’m all in. I don’t treat them like they’re just a stepping stone for somebody else, that’s not how I’m built. And when I’m all in, I see all of you. And it’s really easy to fall for you, because you are the best thing that happened to me in a very long time.”

Forrest opened his mouth, but no word would come. He felt his emotions were on a roller coaster today, he didn’t even know where to begin to untangle his messy feelings.

Alex took his silence as hesitation and started to pull away.

“I get it if you don’t want to throw yourself in my mess. But I really want to try to work it out. Because you’re worth fighting for. WE are worth fighting for.”

At that, Forrest had no choice but to wipe his tears, hold him and kiss him.

They would fight together.

[mfackenthal]

The MFackenthal Show with Birthday Girl @lilyofchoices

banner by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

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Megs: Hello hello hello! Today is a very very very special day and I am so excited to announce my next guest.  Please give an extra special welcome to our birthday girl, Lily!

The crowd stands up and cheers as Lily comes from off stage, waves to the crowd and gives Megs a big hug!  When Lily sits down, the audience get quiet. 

Megs:  Wow!  Look at how you command this crowd, Lily.  This group loves you!  I cannot believe you have only been here since March.  

Lily: I know!  It feels like it has been so much longer. 

Megs:  So, how did you come up with your tumblr handle? 

Lily: I hate coming up with names and titles. They are the bane of my existence. Just ask any of my friends on tumblr I’m constantly asking them for help or whining at them. Thank the gods I have help. So my tumblr handle is super boring and unoriginal. It is my name (well one of my middle names) and I’m “of the choices fandom” so...of choices. Yeah, you can groan. It’s bad. I know.

Megs:  Are you really telling me, MFackenthal, that your handle is unoriginal?  

Lily: laughs 

Megs: Anyways, tell me, what brought you to the fandom? 

Lily: Well, I live for crazy and this site definitely delivers on that. Joking, kinda. In all honesty, I created that tumblr on a whim after I went looking for more fanfic to read.  I found @perriewinklenerdie @hopelessromantic1352 and @ahumanmishap and loved their writing.  Their writing inspired me to just go for it!   I created this blog just to post shit and geek out with myself about the newest chapter releases and share whatever fics I discovered. I never in a million years expected to find so many friends and awesome people.

Megs:  But find so many friends you did!  

Lily:  Yes, I did!  They’re all amazing. Well … takes calming breath I’ve had my fair share of disagreements in this fandom and while the haters are hard to deal with and they can get exhausting, they are far, FAR outnumbered by those in this fandom that are here to have fun and be crazy and silly and don’t care if your opinions differ from their own. I live for those types of beautiful people that make this fandom amazing! Plus have you seen the level of talent from the writers and artists in this fandom? I’m constantly in awe of them all.

Megs:  The talent amazes me every day!  Speaking of talent - what’s your favorite work that you have created? 

Lily: Damn girl. You are asking all the tough questions. Why ya gotta do that to me? 

Megs:  laughs and shrugs her shoulders  It’s kinda my job, girl! 

Lily:  smirks  I guess I'd have to say that I love the first chapter of my Merida fic. I wrote it as a distraction, a break if you will, from my real life writing which is dry and boring. We had all just made our way through the Open Heart chapter where Ethan tells mc that Naveen is dying and then Pb won’t let us even hug Ethan. I desperately wanted that so I decided to write it. I’m going on chapter 32 of that fic now. I need help. Oh, but my favorite as far as fandom reactions goes was definitely the chapter where that dirty rat stabs Merida. Y'all lost your minds and it was hilarious.

The audience gasps.  “Oh yeah, I remember that chapter.”  “Landry is the worst.” Members of the audience whisper. 

Megs: I remember that chapter.  I feared you’d go the way of @laniquelovewrites and kill Merida! 

Lily: winks

Megs: shakes her head Do you have any advice for other writers or artists?  Especially those from within the fandom? 

Lily: Well, talking to all you not-yet-writers out there - take the ducking leap lovelies! Do it! Don’t worry about language, grammar, flow, tempo, timing, editing, just write it. I rarely edit mine beyond a cursory review. And ya know what? This fandom loves whatever you give us. And I’m at the front of that line waiting to read it. Seriously! Tag me in anything you write! 

Also, don’t be concerned about likes and reblogs. My first fic only got like 15 likes when I first released it. It’s hard not to get caught up in wanting likes and reblogs and comments. Hell, I live for them. And ya want to think that a lack of those means no one likes it, but trust me, there are plenty of people enjoying your work that don’t like, comment, or reblog. Try not to focus on the likes but on your fic and know that there are those out there enjoying the hell out of it!

And I’m always willing to review anything and everything. If you want someone to look it over first, I am here for you.  But I warn you now, I will encourage you to share it with everyone.

By the end of this little speech, the entire audience is up and clapping.  Standing ovation. 

Megs:  Look at that crowd, Lily.  It’s obvious that you speak the truth.  

Lily:  Whispers to Megs: Don’t worry - I can get them all to sit down. Ask me about the choices books. 

Megs:  So Lily, have you read all of the choices books? 

Lily:  I feel like I’m going to have to duck behind this couch as soon as I say what I’m about to say. No, I’ve not played them all. I’ve played most. I tried to play The Freshman, Big Sky Country, Sunkissed, and America’s Most Eligible but I couldn’t. I have replayed countless books. Thomas, Ethan, Sonia, the entire Perfect Match crew, the entire Nightbound crew, and Jake - I’ve played all of their options.

Now Megs, I have only admitted this once and after this we will never speak of it again hangs head in shame I am a sucker for one particularly hated Choices book. Want to take a guess? I've, no joke, replayed this more times than I should admit. No one will follow me after this. I...I, love Home for the Holidays. 

Lily gets up and ducks behind couch while many in the crowd sit down.  

Lily:  This is now my home. I will live back here so no one can see me in my shame. 

Megs:  walks around the couch to sit with Lily loudly saying: Well, as I enjoyed that book a lot and very much miss Nick, if you live back here then I will have to live back here with you … but this is kinda a crappy place to continue this interview so I’m gonna move back to front of the couch, okay?

Megs walks back around the couch and sits down.  

Well, you did get people to sit down, Lily.  Gives her audience the stink eyes.  Where were we?  Oh yes, which book is your favorite? 

Lily: stands up behind the couch Well, I’m going to stay behind the couch at this point because I'm not going to say Open Heart and I know I'm going to hear about it. Hero is my favorite book. It was the first I played and I absolutely loved it! The art! The characters! The story! It had it all! If Pb doesn't give me Hero 2 in 2020 I’m not sure what I’ll do now that they’ve teased me. But I’ve also learned that they like to tease me.  Lily jumps over the couch in a superhero type move and lands sitting down next to Megs.

Megs: Nice moves!  So who is your favorite OTP? 

Lily: I will always say Detective Jason Shaw and my mc Ashtyn Stark to this question. I loved the book RoD until the end when our option of which side to help disappeared and we had to help MPC. I was so excited to see a book that allowed you to pick which side to help, Police/Brotherhood, MPC, or both. You should know by now that I love the villains and all I wanted was for my mc to side with Shaw. 

Bryce and Harper are another OTP for me. I found a few others out there that ship this but @tallulahshh is a godsend when it comes to this ship. Her fics on these two are so amazing! For reals, you should all check them out. She will convince you that this is the ship to be on. 

Megs: Gasps!  I should kick you off this couch for loving a Bryce ship over an Ethan ship.  YOU WRITE FOR ETHAN!  

Lily:  What can I say?  The heart wants who it wants. 

Megs: Yeah, yeah.  What do you do when you’re not producing work for the fandom?  What else do you do for fun? 

Lily: I teach Latin and Formal Logic and I also write (journalism and academic pieces).   My fanfics are my break from my dry writings. I know y'all are dying to read about how Latin could revitalize the modern American educational system. I love to cook, read, hike, and spend time with my family. I live in the city now but I'm a country girl at heart. Give me open fields to run through, dense forests to explore, water to kayak on and I'm a happy one.

Megs:  That sounds wonderful.  Lily, one last question - do you have any questions for me? 

Lily: Ah, you should not give me this power. What non-LI would you make a LI if you could and why? I must know, please tell me!

Megs:  Oh, that’s easy - Bastien!  The drama is already built in because of his part in the Tariq plot and damn @stopforamoment, @bobasheebaby, and @lolablackwrites have made that man irresistible. 

A second and more strange one is actually Emerald Phan from High School Story: A Class Act Chapter 2.  She’s technically an adult when I’m (MC) technically a high schooler … but I would date this gal.  She’s gorgeous!

Before you leave, Lily, I need to ask one last thing of you.  Please close your eyes. 

Lily closes her eyes

@msjpuddleduck, @anxious-arliah, @meindraws, @keepcreative, @brightpinkpeppercorn, @tallulahshh, @twin-skltns all come on stage, pushing a large cart with a beautiful cake that says “Happy Birthday Lily!”  They all start singing Happy Birthday.  The entire audience joins in. 

As soon as people start singing, Lily opens her eyes and smiles really big.  

Lily: Oh my gosh, you guys, I love it!  

Megs:  Happy Birthday, Lily!  We’re all sooooo glad that you’re here.  Blow out your candles, beautiful!

Lily: Takes a deep breath and blows out the candles in one puff. 

The audience cheers!

Megs:  It’s cake for everyone!  

Those on stages start cutting and plating the cake.  Others start handing a slice to everyone in the audience. 

Megs:  And that’s today’s show everyone!  Thanks for coming!  Join me next time when @hopelessromantic1532 will be the guest star.  Have a GREAT week and please, join me in wishing @lilyofchoices a wonderful birthday! 

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I’m guessing @lilyofchoices will get this when she wakes up - but it should be officially her birthday right now!

And now for the tags.  If you want to be added to the tag list for these or removed, please let me know!

@hopefulmoonobject @queen-among-writers, @hopelessromantic1352, @lilyofchoices, @msjpuddleduck, @theroyalweisme, @lady-kato

[imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul]

Famous Flame - Peter Parker

Demi Lovato Prompt #5 Listen Here: La La Land

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Word Count: 1,673 Synopsis: Reader is an actress studying Peter’s high school for an upcoming movie. They both have secret identities, but they’re keeping an entirely different secret about their feelings from each other.

No Endgame spoilers, either!

“What kind of high school aged person has to study a high school to know how to act like a high schooler?” Peter asked as MJ shoved her books in her locker.

“I have no idea. It’s supposed to be kept quiet, too. Once the movie is out, she’s supposed to become one of the biggest teen stars, but right now we have to keep it under wraps.”

“Okay, but how do you know all of this?”

“I’m class president. She’s coming here as a new student, and I’m in charge of showing her around. But since I’m too busy,” she said, closing her locker, “I’m passing that duty on to my best friend.”

“What makes you think I’m not busy?” She squinted her eyes at him, making Peter sigh. “Fine.”

“Great. She’s meeting us at lunch. Try not to embarrass-”

“I’m not going to embarrass you.”

“I was gonna say yourself, but good, don’t embarrass me either,” she said, patting his shoulder as she walked off towards class.

Three hours later, Peter walked into the cafeteria and found MJ and Ned sitting at their regular table with a new person. As Peter walked over, you looked up at him with a smile that made Peter forget even his name.

“Hi,” you said.

“Y/N, this is Peter,” MJ said, glaring at Peter. “Peter!”

“Hi! Sorry, sorry.” He held out his hand and you shook it with a smile.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, yeah, you too.”

“Peter, sit. Stop being weird,” MJ said. You laughed softly, and it was a good thing that Peter was already sitting next to you because his knees were about to give out. 

“MJ says you’ll be showing me around the school,” you said, looking over at him.

“Yeah, it’s no problem.”

“I appreciate it. I know it seems silly, but the Netflix people want to make sure I know a genuine high school experience.”

“What kind of high school do you go to now?” Ned asked.

“I mostly get tutors to come in because I’ve been traveling around so much.”

“Have you been in anything we would have seen?”

“I’ve only had a couple of guest starring spots on a couple of TV shows but this movie with Netflix is the first thing I’ve been the lead in.”

“That’s awesome!” Ned exclaimed.

“Thanks!” you said, giggling softly. “So, what are your after school plans, Peter?”

“Oh, uh, nothing much.”

“Cool. Mind if I tag along? I have some questions to bounce off of you.” Peter choked on his sandwich as MJ kicked his shoe.

“Sure.”

“Great,” you said, touching his bicep gently. “I’ll meet you after class?”

“Sure,” he said again, his voice cracking just slightly. 

You waited for thirty minutes after school, but eventually, it was clear that either Peter had forgotten or blown you off. Starting school for the first time in the middle of a semester was a stressful experience, so you decided to treat yourself to a milkshake to make this day a little better. 

As you sat down in the nearest McDonald’s with your chocolate milkshake, you saw a flash of red outside the window, and instantly wondered if you had just seen the famous Spider-Man. A few moments later, Peter walked into the McDonalds, panting slightly.

“Y/N, I am so sorry,” he said, sitting across from you in the booth.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I didn’t mean to bail on you, just something came up.”

“That’s alright,” you said, setting your milkshake down, letting out a sigh, “I realize it’s stupid that I know nothing about a normal high school, I’ve just lived a very weird life. I’m always flying all over the city, it’s hard to find someone to understand.”

“I understand.”

“No,” you said with a laugh, “You don’t. And it’s okay.”

“I do, though.”

“Do people go around shoving cameras in your face, hoping to catch you in your worst moment?” Peter’s face changed slightly, and for a second you wondered if he did know what you were feeling. “Peter?”

“No, but I also like to come here when I’ve had a bad day.” You smiled and Peter excused himself to go get himself a milkshake as well. “I am surprised to find you here, though.”

“Why?”

“I thought famous people were supposed to be health nuts.” You laughed and took a lengthy sip of your milkshake, making him laugh. 

“Well, I’m not a supermodel. I still eat McDonald's.” Peter smiled at you, making slight butterflies rise in your stomach.

“So that’s your co-star?” Peter asked as you took a seat next to him, watching the man who would be your romantic interest in your upcoming movie greet fans at the door to your cafeteria. The decision to film the movie at this school came two weeks after your first day, so not only did you get to film here, you got to actually study here, too. (Much to the delight of both you and Peter)

“Well, since I’m such a nobody, they wanted someone famous to star with me.”

“You’re not a nobody,” Peter said under his breath. He seemed to be embarrassed by the fact that Ned and MJ were around. Since starting here, you and Peter spent nearly every day together and had developed a new kind of relationship.

“Alright, perk up, he’s coming this way,” you said, nudging his shoulder. 

“Don’t look so nervous,” Peter said, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“I’m confident, but I still have my moments,” you said, standing up shakily as you introduced yourself to your co-star again, and to your group of friends. 

“Are you okay?” MJ whispered as your co-star sat down on the other side of you, shamelessly flirting with you.

“I’m fine,” Peter responded, focusing on his tater tots. MJ raised her eyebrow at him but didn’t question him any more. At the end of lunch, you all stood, and Peter turned towards you, as the two of you often walked to your biology class together. 

“Ready to go?” he asked.

“Actually, I was just going to head out early with Noah to get ready for our next scene.”

“Yep, the prom kiss scene,” he said, grinning in a way that made Peter want to web him to the cafeteria floor.

“I’ll text you tonight?” you said as Noah put a hand on your back, leading you out of the cafeteria.

“Yeah, sure.”

It took another month and a half of shooting until you were finally done with filming. It was an exciting and stressful time, particularly because Peter never seemed to want to talk. You had been so close, up until Noah came to film your scenes together. 

It was the night before your first press junket when you finally saw him again. You were panicking about what was going to happen and only wanted to talk to him. You went to his apartment, but May said that he had left an hour or so ago. You called him a few times, but the longer he didn’t answer, the more stressed you got. 

Not wanting to go back home, you walked up to his rooftop, craving some fresh air. You sat on the ledge of the roof, looking out over the city. You loved New York, you didn’t want to move back to LA. Just as you were reaching the climax of your career crisis, you heard a thud behind you.

“Shit,” Spider-Man said, creating a web string to fly off the building.

“Wait!” you called, walking over to him, just as he dropped back onto the roof.

“What can I do for you, citizen?” he said in a deep voice that sounded fake.

“Well, truthfully, I could use some advice.”

“I’m not sure I’m the best-”

“Please,” you said, reaching for his gloved hand. He shrugged and took a seat next to you on the building’s ledge. 

“So, what can I do for you, citizen?”

“Well, I have this problem. It’s always been my dream to be an actress, and I just got to shoot my first movie.”

“That doesn’t sound like a problem.”

“It shouldn’t be, but if I want to continue this career, I’d have to move out to LA. Permanently.”

“Oh,” he said, his voice dropping to its normal octave. “Why don’t you want to move?”

“I don’t think I’ll fit there. I want to wear Converse with all of my dresses, not foot breaking high heels. Plus, I love the city, and there’s someone here that makes me love it even more. Even if he’s been a dick the last few days.”

“Oh? Who is this person.”

“My friend, Peter. He’s a nerd, but a total sweetheart. I really like him, and I think he likes me, too, but he hasn’t spoken to me in weeks.”

“Maybe he felt like your affection lied somewhere else.”

“Well, you said, scooting closer to the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, “If he would just look, he would see that my co-star is a complete bone head and an asshole. He’s not my type at all.”

“Well, I’m not sure I can help you anymore, citizen. Maybe you should just tell your friend how you feel.”

“I just did,” you said, smiling at him. He stuttered over a response as you grabbed the mask at his neck and pulled it off. 

“How did you know?” he asked quietly.

“I know how people live double lives, and you’re horrible at making excuses.” He smiled and took your hand, smiling. “So, Peter, tell me do you feel the way I feel?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding his head. You smiled and leaned in to kiss him, running your hand through his soft hair. When he pulled away, he was grinning so cutely that you had to kiss him again. 

“Did I help you with your problem?” he asked, helping you to stand up.

“I won’t change anything in my life. I’m staying myself, and in New York. For now.”

“Good,” he said, pulling you back into his strong arms.

[o-holynight]

Charismatic As Hell And Cute To Boot | All You Have To Do Is Fall In Love AU

Other Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 Author: Michaela - @o-holynight​ Pairing: Joe Mazzello / OFC Rating: T Word Count: 2.9k POV: Michaela Warnings: swearing Summary: After a full day of spending time with each other, neither Joe nor Michaela wants the date to end; So it doesn’t.

Masterlist found here! Series Summary: Best friends and college roommates Ben, Joe, and Gwil, find themselves tangled up with a group of girls who bring out the best (and worst) in them. Series Warnings: drinking, swearing Authors’ Note: Stories can stand alone, but it’s much better when read all together! Not everything is always in the same tense, or same point of view/perspective.

After hours of gushing to Sarah and working up the courage to ask her to ask Ben to ask Joe if he would even be interesting in having my number—I finally opened his contact. Having only a low quality Facebook tagged photo as the sole image to be his contact picture, it would have to do. Though he did look absolutely adorable in it; it was borderline attacking.

I stared at his name for a while longer, debating on whether or not I should even contact him. He was flirting, wasn’t he? Ben did say he liked me a whole lot...for being willing to shit his brains out later...but that’s besides the point. I thought of texting him and asking how he was doing, but maybe that was just adding salt to the wound? Ah, fuck it.

I triple checked my finger placement to make sure that I clicked “Message” and not, god forbid, call or FaceTime him, and started typing.

Hey Joe! How are you feeling? It’s Michaela, by the way.

Send. I really should have found something to preoccupy my mind while waiting for his response, But I didn’t think that far in advance. It seemed that Joe made me act without overthinking first. Oh boy this could be dangerous. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably in reality only 15 long agonizing minutes, I saw the three dots typing.

I clutched my phone to my chest, covering my mouth in fear of making an embarrassing middle schooler squeal. I made myself wait at least a full minute before looking back at my screen, not wanting to seem too eager.

I’m better, now that I’m talking to you. (: God, sorry, was that too cliche? I meant to say, still pretty terrible I feel like shit. And thanks for spelling your name out, I was wondering about that one. (:

He uses so many smiley faces, I can’t help but smile myself. I really think I must be in a dream sequence. And if my alarm goes off any second I will never forgive it.

Oh my god I’m SO SORRY!! Again, I really didn’t know and I would’ve totally made you something else. I really, really wish you didn’t have to suffer on my behalf. Haha yeah, it’s not too hard. Michael with an A.

I flipped around on my stomach, wedging my pillow under my chest, trying to find a comfortable position for a hopefully lengthy conversation.

Alrighty Michael A, that’s officially gonna be what you are in my contacts. And no, I’m not suffering...anymore.

We continued talking for hours on end. Lots of get-to-know-you questions ripped straight from questionnaires off the first three or so pages of Google. I’m not sure how we agreed upon this but the two of us were officially going on a date the very next day. Joe brought up this really good smoothie place in the middle of central campus, and I would have happily watched paint dry with the guy. So of course I agreed. We settled on lunchtime, which means there were only about 8 hours left until I could see him again. Which was one of the only reasons I was okay when he didn’t respond to my final text message, signaling that he had probably fallen asleep, like any self respecting human would have done at 4:00am.

The next morning I was flitting around the apartment like a madman at 10:00 am. “Guys what do I wear!! I want to be cute, but I can’t wear a dress we’ll be walking all around campus and my thighs will chafe and that’s not cute for anyone—“

Sarah grabs me by the shoulders. “Listen, just wear leggings and a t-shirt. It’s what you wore last time! It’s what he fell for you in.”

I blushed when she mentioned him falling for me. “Yeah but if I wear leggings and a t-shirt again, he will think all I wear is leggings and a t-shirt.”

“That is all you wear…” Ella piped up from the hallway, as she appeared in my room. “Besides your gay as hell Hawaiian shirt collection. But maybe save that for the second date, eh?”

“Okay FINE, but I’m going long sleeved this time. It’s a little breezy out there.” I said, checking my weather app for the third time this morning. I figured I’d be cold walking around, as well as drinking a smoothie.

At exactly one minute past twelve, I got a text saying that Joe was outside. My heart began its palpitations and I didn’t know if it would ever stop.

“Wish me luck!” I whispered as I passed my roommates, on my way to answer the door.

“Good luck! Get fucked!” they said in response, and I shot them a dagger-like glare before opening the door to greet Joe.

He was wearing jeans and also sporting a long sleeved t-shirt. It made him look so cozy that I could snuggle right up to him, but that would be a bit much. Or so I thought. He pulled me into a hug in the doorway, and I could have melted. His arms were so strong as they wrapped around my torso, and my face nestled tightly against his broad chest. “Hey! Long time no see, Michael A.” he said as he pulled away from the hug. I barely wanted to release my arms from around him, but I did.

“Back atcha...Joey.” I said, trying to come up with a similar nickname on the spot.

He cringed. “Oof, no one’s called me that in years.” he said with a fond smile.

We left the apartment after a couple of whoops and whistles of encouragement from Sarah. “Sorry about her. I think she’s just really excited.”

“Oh I don’t mind. Sarah’s great.” Joe chuckled. “Are you really excited?”

“I am.” I said, looking up at him, to find him staring up at me, smiling sweetly. It made me blush and return my gaze to the ground.

The two of us walked around in a comfortable silence for a while until we reached the smoothie shop. Joe opened the door for me, and followed behind. As we were standing in line, we poked fun at the silly words that they tried to pass off as smoothie names. I ordered a Kowabunga, some tropical coconut mango thing, and Joe snickered as he ordered the SOB, strawberry, orange, banana smoothie. “Man they just keep getting weirder huh.” He insisted on paying for both of our smoothies, though I tried to hand him a $5 bill, he snuck it back into my waistband where I kept my phone. “That...wasn’t supposed to be indicative of anything, that’s just...it’s where you had your money—“

“Hey, it’s fine Joey, don’t worry about it.” I said laughing at his flusteredness, grabbing his arm and walking out of the smoothie shop.

Once out through the doors, I dropped my hold on his arm, but he quickly slinked his hand down to grab ahold of mine, lacing our fingers together.

“This okay?” he asked, rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand. It sent tingles up my arm and directly to my heart. But all I could do was nod my head rapidly and smile.

We walked and talked for a while, sipping on our smoothies. “Joe,” I said draining the last of my smoothie before tossing it into a nearby trash can. “I have a confession.”

“Yeah?” he asked, sounding a bit nervous. “Confess away.”

“I’m allergic to fruit.” I said, looking up at him and pursing my lips.

“What!? And you let me bring you to a smoothie shop. You’re worse than me with the cheese! Why are you just telling me this now?” He asked, hitting me in the side with both of our hands clasped together.

“Because I wanted to finish my smoothie before you made me get rid of it. It’s nothing too bad. It’s just like when you eat too much pineapple and your mouth gets really sore, except it’s all fruit all the time.” I said, used to my spiel.

“I can’t say that’s ever happened to me, guess I gotta eat more pineapple and feel the burn.” he said, sipping on his last bit of smoothie, and reaching awkwardly towards a trash can, unwilling to let go of my hand.

We talked for a bit more, walking past buildings that we both had classes in, telling class horror stories, making sure to let each other know which professors to never sign up for a class with. I learned that Joe is a film major, and hopes to be a director one day.

“I think you’re quite suited to being in front of the camera too.”

“Really? You think so?”

“Yeah. You’re charismatic as hell, and cute to boot.” I said knocking my hip into his.

He smiled at the ground, rubbing at his neck nervously. “Aw shucks, you’re makin’ me blush now.”

“Good.” I said, trying to be a little more forward than I usually am. I really liked this guy, and I desperately needed not to blow it this time.

“I like film though. I really do. Learning how to make a scene come out just right. Seeing it go from a small viewfinder to the big screen. The editing process. It’s all great. But I’m really into all the old cameras and shit. My dad got me this camcorder with a whole bunch of tapes for by birthday last year and I’ve just been fuckin around with that lately. Something about the old method just really adds something special. Oh...sorry—I uh, swear a lot.” He said, going on and on about his passions, as I studied his face. When he talked about what made him happy, I could see a sparkle in his eye that made him ten times more attractive than he already was.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all. I love a good potty mouth.” I smirked. “So what do you do in your free time then?”

He shoved his free hand in his jeans pocket before speaking. “Well, like I said I’m into all that old film, so I really enjoy photography too. Digital and film. There’s a great dark room on campus that you can sign up for time in, it’s really cool. The process smells like rotting asshole but the results are worth it I like to think.”

“Oh I’m familiar. I took a photography class in high school. I have a film camera lying around my house somewhere back home. I should bring it back with me next time I go.” I said heart soaring that we had something in common. “Do you work?”

“Oh yeah. I work at Dick’s. Sporting Goods. Not a strip club or anything.” he joked.

“I know what Dick’s is.” I whispered, before giggling. “Yeah Sarah goes there all the time.”

“Really? Don’t think I’ve ever seen her in before.”

“Well, she says apparently they have the best sports bras in town? Maybe you need to spend a little more time in the lingerie section of your sporting goods store and you’ll find her.”

We walked aimlessly for a little while longer. Once we had lapped the entire campus twice without realizing, we decided maybe we should be heading back. But we both knew that neither of us wanted to leave.

As we were driving back to my place in his truck, he had his hand resting on my knee, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

We walked extremely slowly up to my residence, and lingered in the hallway outside my door. I was holding loosely onto his thumb as I leaned back against the doorframe, just wanting some form of contact, as we had barely let go of each other the whole day.

“Um, so they just released a new show on Netflix…” Joe started.

“Wanna come in and watch it?” I asked immediately, knowing nothing about the show, the genre, the storyline, the cast. But again, I’d watch paint dry just to spend more time with him.

“Well sheesh, buy me a drink first why don’t ya, I’m not that easy.” he snickered. “Yeah sure great let’s do it.” Joe said, smiling that I had gone for his bait.

I unlocked the door and he walked in, looking around for a second, taking in all the attempts at home decor that the three of us could muster. He nodded in approval.

“Well since you’re in already guess you won’t be needing that drink after all.”

“Hey, it’s 5:00 somewhere, and that somewhere is here!” he said, glancing down at his watch, noticing it was almost half past 5.

“Any drink in particular you fancy? Preferably something I could make with a limited stock of ingredients.”

“Rum and coke is fine.” Joe smiled, taking a tentative seat on the big comfy chair that faced the TV.

I whipped it up quickly, making one for myself as well. More coke than rum though, for me. “Sorry we don’t have any limes left. Ben used them all last week. It’s a simple drink, cause I’m a simple girl. It’s not the Four Seasons or anything.”

“Hey, Ben works there, you know. He should know a thing or two about the importance of proper garnishes. I’m only kidding. It’s great, thank you.”

I paused for a half a second wondering if there was room for two on the seat he was sitting on. He must’ve picked up on this, because he wiggled over slightly and patted the cushion beside him. I smiled and sat down eagerly. The cushion was very soft and worn, and it dipped down in the center, making both of us slide towards each other, thighs touching. It was nice.

I leaned forward to grab the remote off of the coffee table, and when I leaned back into the chair, Joe’s arm was situated around the back. He placed his hand on my shoulder, squeezing gently, and I leaned into his chest, practically laying on top of him.

At that moment, Sarah and Ella heard the familiar tone of Netflix being turned on, and emerged from their rooms.

“Michaela!! Why didn’t you tell us you were back, tell us all about your day with—Joe!!” Sarah started, pausing when she saw Joe’s head poke up from the back of the chair, my head peeking out shortly after.

“Nice place you got, McDonald. Where’d you get all this top notch decor, Target?” Joe teased, his hand moving down from my shoulder to resting right above my waist. I bit my lip to try and prevent any further reaction, though I wanted to scream giddily.

“As a matter of fact yes, what the fuck is wrong with that.” Sarah said crossing her arms in front of her.

“Seems a little cliche for a place full of white girls.”

“Okay, mister liquor bottle, you’ve got a lotta balls coming in here like that.” Sarah chuckled as she sat on the arm of the adjacent sofa. That’s when she noticed that his arm was wrapped tightly around my waist.

“I see you two are getting comfortable with each other, I’ll leave you to it… Ella let's go watch something in here.” Sarah said, pulling Ella away from the two of us so we could enjoy the rest of our date.

The night went on, and the conversation never dulled. Whatever series was rolling on Netflix was more of a background noise for the ramblings between the two of us sitting on the big comfy chair. Over the hours, Joe had gradually slid down in his seat, head resting on the back cushion. I had my legs draped over his, and his fingers were tracing mindlessly over the sliver of skin exposed at the ankle of my leggings. It all felt so natural, like we had known each other for years. Except everything was new. Every fact I learned about the man made me fall a little deeper for him. We had so much in common despite living such different childhoods.

We lost all track of time, and didn’t even notice when Netflix timed out on the ‘Are you still watching?’ screen. I don’t even know who fell asleep first, but I woke up in the middle of the night to a room barely illuminated by the dark light of the TV’s screensaver. The blanket that usually laid across the back of the chair was wrapped around Joe and I, and his arm was slung over my middle, gripping me tightly, holding me close. I rubbed my eyes and adjusted my position, pulling the blanket further up on my body. Joe stirred at my movements and gave a little stretch.

“Don’t worry about moving, ‘wanna stay like this.” I whispered softly, moving in even closer, laying my head onto his chest and wrapping my arms around his torso.

His hand came to rest in my hair, stroking it softly before falling back asleep. The sound of his breath evening out and the slowing of his heart beat lulled me back to sleep as well. I could definitely get used to this.

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@a-night-at-the-0pera @crazylittlethingcalledobsession @lelifesaver @redspecialty @rrrogahtaylahhhh

[nexttrickanvils]

P5 fic: Celestial Beauty Guardian

This has been a WIP for a long while and I figured it was as good as it was gonna get so I finally finished it.

So have some super self-indulgent fluff of Akira and Haru watching Not-Sailor Moon.

Title: Celestial Beauty Guardian

Ship: Akira Kurusu x Haru Okumura

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Akira looked over the cover of the DVD box as Haru was setting everything up. At the center was a girl standing in a dramatic (and kind of familiar) pose. The clothes she wore reminded Akira a bit of Haru as Noir. Behind her was a man with slicked back hair wearing a black and red suit. A devilish smirk on his face. 

On the top was the title, Celestial Beauty Guardian.

When Haru invited him to watch something with her at her home, Akira was more than happy to accept. All she said about what they were watching was that it was something very nostalgic for her and that it was going to be a little silly and cheesy.

But after everything the group went through in the past few weeks, Akira figured he needed "silly and cheesy."

"All set!"

Haru stood up and joined Akira on the couch, "Thank you for coming over. I... I really wanted to share this with you."

Akira smiled, "This was one of your inspirations wasn't it?"

"Huh?"

"Back when you first joined the team, you mentioned being inspired by female heroes. That you were trying to be a heroine of justice."

Haru let out a small laugh, "Well... there were other heroes I loved. But Celestial Beauty Guardian is something special for me... so I suppose you could say she was my biggest inspiration."

Without another word, Akira picked up the remote from the coffee table.

"Shall we get started then?"

~~~~

Haru was not kidding about the silliness and cheesiness. This was obviously a show made over a decade ago and meant for a younger audience. But Haru was enjoying it and Akira was having fun too. Although he couldn't resist making a few jokes here and there, earning some (not entirely serious) glares from his girlfriend.

"I... I am... I am a fighter for all that is good in this world! I am the Celestial Beauty Guardian!"

As the young woman on the screen struck the same pose from the DVD cover, it finally occurred to Akira where he had seen it before.

"Heh, you're weren't kidding about her being your biggest inspiration... Beauty Thief."

Haru blushed slightly at recalling her and Akira's first meeting in the Metaverse. He chuckled as he pulled her closer.

The two continued watching as Beauty Guardian faced off against the monster.

Eventually the monster gained the upper hand and threw the heroine into a wall.

"N-No, I can't... I can't lose."

The monster laughed and raised their clawed hand but was struck by a bolt of magic.

"WHO!?"

"What crude manners. This simply isn't gentlemanly."

Before the heroine was a man in a red and black suit. He took her hand in his and lifted her up.

"Are you alright ma chérie?"

"Who are you?"

A charming smirk graces his face as he takes her hand to his lips and kisses it.

"You may call me, Kamenshinshi."

~~~~

After a few episodes, Akira couldn't help but notice just how excited Haru got whenever Kamenshinshi appeared on screen. Even when it just a scene of him reminiscing about "his Empress," Haru seemed to be a lot more attentive.

It was during one such scene when Akira decided to ask.

"I guess Kamenshinshi is your favorite character huh?"

Haru's attention snapped to her boyfriend.

"W-what gave you that idea?"

"You're practically on the edge of your seat every time he shows up."

"He's... not my absolute favorite... but I do love the character..."

She blushes a little before continuing "...And to be honest, I... kind of had a crush on him when I first watched the show."

Akira let out a loud laugh and Haru gave him a playful shove.

"Don't laugh!"

"I'm sorry, I just thought it was cute. If it makes you feel better, I had a crush on Feather Cockatoo as a kid. Now you know my deepest darkest secret."

Haru giggled and said with a wink, "I'll be sure to remember that."

~~~~

"But why!? Why do you act like we're on opposite sides!? Why can't we fight together!?"

"I do not consider you an enemy, ma chérie. You are in fact a valuable ally. But I cannot be distracted from my mission. I have waited far too long for my Empress' return."

"But Beauty Guardian is the Empress."

"They don't know that yet." Haru said in response

"But it was obviously her silhouette in the flashback."

"It's supposed to be a twist."

"A very obvious one and it's frustrating. And I think he knows who she really is considering he keeps calling her "ma chérie" even though he's supposed to be in love with the Empress!"

"Akira-kun, I think you're taking this a little too seriously."

Akira was about to say something in response but instead sighed.

"Yeah you're right."

He can't believe that he got so worked up over a decade old show for middle schoolers.

Haru simply smiles, "Look at it this way, it just means you're getting into it."

~~~~

The twist was finally revealed several episodes later, with Beauty Guardian discovering her true identity as she holds a dying Kamenshinshi in her arms.

"Y-you're as beautiful as the day I first saw you, ma chérie... my-my Empress."

He raised a gloved hand to wipe away his love's tears.

"Please no! We finally found each other! I can't lose you again, my noble knight!"

Akira heard sniffling next to him and turned to see Haru on the verge of tears.

"Haru are you alright?" he asked with concern

"Y-yeah. You know, I've seen this scene a dozen times over the years and it still gets to me."

He watches as Haru tries to wipe away her tears and then a idea comes to him. Akira puts on his most charming smile as he places his hand on Haru's chin and turns her to look at him.

"Do not cry, ma chérie. I'm right here by your side."

"A-Akira-kun?"

The smile becomes a smirk, "Akira? Have you forgotten me already my Empress?"

It then occurs Haru what is happening and she smiles back as she pulls her boyfriend closer.

"Of course not. I'd never forget you, my noble knight."

The two giggle as they collapse onto the couch and kiss while the show continues to play in the background.

[equal-shipping]

Man I haven’t written in a WHILE. 

And what do I write? Some drunk singing KatsuDeku that just feeds my dirty shipper soul. 

Also wrote this in: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12498236

I dedicate this to @ipxakachi cause I stalked their art tag and saw their karaoke drawings, thus giving life to this. 

Take it children

Katsuki never thought hell was real.

“PART OF YOUR…. WOOOOOORLD.”

And now he was certain that if there was a hell then he currently found himself in it.

Ashido Mina had sent out a group message to all of Class 1-A’s students and told them to meet her in the Karaoke parlor that was close to the school. It wasn’t an invitation, however. This little outing was mandatory for all the students and if they didn’t show up the pink girl would not be afraid to find out where they lived and bug the shit out of them.

Like hell was he going to risk it. So here he was at four of clock in the fucking afternoon watching Kaminari sing a very out of tune version of the Little Mermaid’s hit single: Part of Your World. This song was forever ruined for him now.

“Okay done! Who wants to go next!”

Katsuki sipped on his drink as several of his classmates yelled out, each one pointing at the song they wanted to sing while others were hogging the drinks and refreshments that they had all sneaked in. Yaoyorozu had created a small platter of fried chicken for them to pick at, Uraraka had brought in some of her favourite canned drinks from home and Mina had sneaked in an assortment of ‘Drunk Chocolates’ and stated that ‘if this doesn’t get the party started a little bit then I don’t know what will.’

Great. A bunch of high schoolers getting tipsy from chocolate and singing really bad renditions of Disney songs. Since when did he start hanging out with these nerds?

His thoughts were interrupted when the door to the room they had reserved opened and in stepped the biggest nerd of them all.

“MIDORIYA IS HERE!”

The room erupted in cheer as the One for All user waved back shyly. He looked around for a moment before finding all seats taken except for the one next to…

Oh no.

“Kacchan! You came?!”

“Don’t fucking talk to me!”

Izuku chuckled knowingly as he set his stuff down under the couch before taking the drink offered to him. “I just thought that you didn’t do these class trips stuff.”

“I don’t, but I also didn’t want the pink girl stalking me and finding out where I fucking live.”

“Ah…”

This day couldn’t get worse. Not only did he have to stand hearing all of these tone deaf shitheads try to at least do something close to singing, he had to sit next to the person he clearly avoided on weekends. His eyes turned to Izuku once again, watching closely as he took some of Mina’s chocolate and popped it in his mouth. He chewed for a moment before sticking his tongue out and making a face that made the blonde chuckle.

Apparently Deku wasn’t a fan of alcohol.

“Okay my turn!” a chorus of disappointed sounds filled the room as Mina grabbed the microphone, “I would like to dedicate this song to my ladies of Class 1-A!”

Katsuki could swear he felt his ears ringing at the feminine sound each girl made, they had to have broken some kind of record in the decibel chart.

“Ladies all across the world, listen up we looking for recruits! If you with me let me see your hands stand up and SALUTE!”  

Mina was anything but subtle as she rolled her hips to the beat, lowering her body down and bringing it back up as she pointed towards the girls chanting along with her. This left the guys to merely clap and holler as the song continued. The Explosion user looked down at his watch and checked the time.

It was four thirty…they had rented out this room until five thirty so he had another hour of this bullshit.

Like hell was he doing this sober then.

He grabbed at the box of chocolates and popped one in his mouth, washing down the alcohol infused filling with more of Uraraka’s fizzy drink. Maybe he should sing a song, teach these losers how it’s done. A sense of pride, although it could have been the alcohol, swelled around him as he grabbed the song book that had been provided for each of them and started thumbing the pages.

‘I Feel it Coming’? No thanks.

‘Shape of You’? They would have to pay him to sing that.

Why the fuck did they have ‘Despacito’ here? Not like any of these shitheads could speak Spanish!

His eyes stopped skimming as he caught the the title of a song. “Champion…” he whispered before nodding as he waited for the pink alien to be done with her little number. Fallout Boy usually had good songs and he wasn’t about to sing some random bullshit. If he was going to school these losers he was going to do it right.

A loud ‘whoop’ filled his ears, making him almost spill his drink as he growled at the boy next to him.

“STOP BEING SO FUCKING LOUD, DEKU! SHE CAN HEAR YOU!”

What the fuck was wrong with Deku? Even in training practice he wasn’t this loud! Not only that but he was singing along? How the hell did he know this song! The song had various implications that Katsuki thought would make the nerd explode if he found out what they meant. Yet here he was yelling out the lyrics like he himself had wrote them himself.

“If you with me, women, lemme hear you say!”

His eyes roamed the green haired boy as he kept singing, taking in the sweat that was building around his collarbone. Only Deku would wear a half opened button down. He instinctively licked his lips as a drop of sweat trailed down Izuku’s cheek. If anything, the way the boy was moving made him want to get just a little bit closer…

Back away from these thoughts, Katsuki, back away slowly.

The song finally stopped and the students erupted in cheers as Mina gave a bow. A bunch of hands went up as she put held the microphone high above her head, middle finger roaming the room as she got ready to pick who was going to go next.

As if they really had a choice. The blonde was already reaching for the microphone, a smirk on his face before it was replaced with a shocked expression.

Freckled hands had already grabbed the microphone from the girl’s hand.

“I’M NEXT!”

Class 1-A collectively took in the sight of a disheveled Izuku, button down now almost open as he exposed the white t-shirt he had underneath. He had a silly smile on his face as his fingers clumsily typed in the number of the song. This was…unexpected. Half of them were expecting Katsuki to react like he normally would and cuss the boy out for even daring to start singing but the Explosion user was just as confused as the rest of them.

What the hell was Deku doing?

Percussion drums were heard before being replaced by a catchy beat, the lyrics quickly coming on the screen as they realized just what song the boy had picked.

“…And I’m so into you…I can barely breathe…”

Silence and then a chorus of cheers as Izuku started following the lyrics, voice somehow fitting the song so well as he turned around to face his classmates. He gave a wink and swayed his hips side to side, his hands coming to undo the rest of the buttons that held his shirt together. It was getting hot after all.

Uraraka had covered her eyes, a blush covering her face but still trying to take in as much of the scene as possible. Todoroki had managed to get his phone out and start recording the whole ordeal, purposes unknown. The only one who seemed to not have a clear reaction to the current singer was Katsuki, who merely sat down and watched as the boy finished unbuttoning his shirt, hands gliding down his abdomen as they mimicked the lyrics.

“A little less conversation and a little more touch my body~”

He needed pictures, a video, ANYTHING. Oh he was going to have blackmail material to harass the nerd for months!

“HAHAHA! Deku you fucking lose--!”

Katsuki barely had time to get the words out as a force pushed him down onto the couch, the familiar gasps and hollers of the other students invading his ears as he looked up at what had stopped him.

“Oh baby, look what you started…the temperature's rising in here. Is this gonna happen? Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move….”

Misty green eyes were looking down on him as one hand wrapped around his neck, the other still holding the microphone as Izuku rolled his hips back and forth against him, barely grazing his crotch.

“Before I make a move~”

Izuku’s body seemed to tilt for a moment before Katsuki grabbed onto his hips, grasping at him tightly in order for him not to fall. He didn’t want blood on his shoes, dammit, that is the only reason he is holding so tight!

“ALL OF YOU OWE ME FIFTY! MINETA YOU OWE ME SEVENTY!”

“Damn to think Midoriya would make the first move…is that why he picked the song?”

“BAKUGO! HOW YOU ENJOYING YOURSELF BUDDY?”

“SHUT UP KIRISHIMA AND HELP ME GET THE SHITHEAD OFF ME!”

No one came to his aid as Izuku kept on laughing, finally belting out the last line as he kept eye contact with Katsuki, almost as if he wanted the boy to pay attention to what he was singing. The room was dark except for the soft pink, blue, and white lights that the neon signs hanging around the room provided. For a brief moment it was just the two of them, alone.

“Cause I’m so into you…into you…into you~”

The beat came to a halt and the room erupted in a cheer as Izuku waved happily before looking down at his childhood friend, the other looking up at him like he had just learned something he didn’t know he wanted.

“Kacchan…did you like it?”

The hands that were on his hips moved up to his chest, resting there for a moment as Katsuki whispered his answer.

“Deku…”

Before quickly shoving the boy down onto the floor.

“FUCKING GET OFF ME, SHITTY NERD! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! BE LUCKY I AM NOT CALLING YOU OUT FOR HARRASSMENT!”

Izuku landed on his back, giggling as he held the microphone to his chest while hearing the pounding of Katsuki’s boots on the floor as he ran away. Whether it was the chocolate Mina bought or the fact that he had sang this song to himself ever since he heard it, he did not regret a single thing.  

It was worth it to see Katsuki’s embarrassed face once in a while.

[clubpenguinheadcanons]

imma gonna buffer over here an ask for jookie angst thanks okay back to hell now

Oh goodness Anon, sorry that this took forever. Also, like…this is a bit unpolished and long so I do hope you enjoy it!

Operation Blackout yada yada 

Jet tapped his flipper as he waited for Rookie to return from his rounds. It was currently 3:43 AM November 20th. Not even a week went by since Herbert’s take over and now Rookie is missing. Wait, no, Rookie can’t be missing. He’s just probably late, that’s all it is. Rookie taking longer than usual with his rounds is something that happens. Perhaps he’s talking to a penguin, or maybe he was helping some of the Firefighters with the ever burning EPF building. It was just something Rookie would do! And even if he did get captured, he would’ve called them for help before it even happened. Right? Jet shook his head from his thoughts as he heard a penguin enter the room. At last! Rookie was here, that silly penguin does take forever and a day.

“Goodness Rookie! You scared me for a moment there, I thought-.” Jet stopped as he saw what wasn’t a cute green penguin in a Hawaiian shirt and a propeller hat. Instead, he saw Agent. Agent looked at Jet, surprised seeing him here at this time of day. Yet Agent shrugged it off, with how things are going this week, seeing penguins at different times is nothing that out of the ordinary.

“Hey Jet, why are still here?” Agent waddled towards the table. Seeing the Herbert figure, just earlier today the three were finding a plan to stop Herbert. Hopefully, it will go well without a hitch later this week.

“Oh, I’m just waiting for Rookie to finish his rounds…you know how he picked to do them at 12 am. Seems that he’s taking forever though.” Jet looked at Agent and saw their eyes go wide. Welp, that wasn’t a good sign. Jet took a slow breath, hoping that the pit in his stomach was wrong. “So why are you here?”

Agent took a moment to find the words that were going to say. Trying to keep the panic from rising in their voice. How afraid they were for what may have happened. “I…I just finished my rounds.” Agent looked at Jet. “I picked to do the ones at 2 am to 4 am. I just came here to check if anyone was here tonight or not.” Agent looked down and then back to Jet. “I didn’t see Rookie at all.” They blurted out.

“Ah, maybe he forgot I was here then. I guess I’ll go check and see if he’s at his igloo or mine.” This couldn’t be happening. Rookie has to be here somewhere. That penguin would never get captured, he just couldn’t.

“Do you want me to go with you Jet?” Agent felt helpless. They didn’t see Rookie at all anywhere, and worse, Herbert could’ve taken him. At this point, Agent feels that is becoming more of a fact now than an idea. Yet Jet doesn’t want to hear that, much less from them.

“No thanks Agent, I’m good, besides, it’s late.” Jet picked up his jetpack and started to waddle outside, Agent trailing behind him.

“I’ll do another set of rounds to look for him. I’ll call you if I find him?” Agent looked nervous as they hugged Jet. Hoping that this was all just Rookie being a klutz and that he forgot to tell Jet where he was, or that he dozed off somewhere. Sure, Rookie never does that, but with what’s going on. It’s making everyone act a bit strange.

Jet hugged back. “Thanks, that is much appreciated, Agent.” Jet parted ways with Agent and began to fly up. “Stay safe!” Jet took off, smoke leaving a trail behind him.

“Great icebergs Rookie, you better be around here somewhere…” Agent muttered as they went back to doing rounds, with their guard up and eyes peeled for Rookie. Sure, Herbert could have taken one agent today, but not them, no, never them.

“Maybe I should’ve accompanied Agent…” Jet thought as he landed at his igloo.  Ah well, they’ll be fine. It is late, maybe Herbert is asleep? Whatever, that Polar Bear was probably in his hut the whole day anyways. Just looking at G and Dot, planning what to do with them. Jet really can’t wait to capture that sick bastard with Agent and Rookie later this week. Jet took out his key and began to open the door, hoping the find Rookie. Maybe the two talked and Rookie thought he was going to meet him at home? Rookie does like Jet’s place more than his own. Maybe it was because of his pet fish, Flash or that his home was a bit small but quaint. Either way, Rookie has to be there. He wouldn’t just let himself get captured by Herbert? No, never in a million years! With a shake of his head, Jet checked his phone, again, hoping to find a text or a missed call from the green penguin. Yet there was nothing. The room, being dark as dark can be, Jet turned on the lights. Finding that, no one was there but his pet fish. Jet waddled into his house and closed the door behind him. Sighing heavily. Jet doesn’t want to believe it, yet that thought starts taking his mind. Getting himself out of it, he looked at the time. The clock reading 4:36 AM. Agent is still doing their second rounds, so hopefully, they’ll find Rookie. After feeding his fish, he got up and left to Rookie’s igloo. That is his home after all.

Jet landed at the front door. He took Rookie’s spare key out. It was something that he gave to him at their 6 month anniversary. Jet chuckled, that penguin made a huge romantic meal for them and Jet forgot about it, let alone a gift for Rookie. He felt like such an idiot. But Rookie was understanding, he even joked about how much of a sap he was for doing a 6 month anniversary. “That was only something that high schoolers do…” Jet chuckled. The two did act like high school lovers in their first few months of dating. Feeling so new and rushed, sure they probably should’ve slowed down at some point earlier, but where would the fun be in that? Jet took himself out of his thoughts as he heard his phone ring. Picking it up, he didn’t hear the voice of who he hoped to hear.

“Hello?”

“Hey Jet, this is Ace…I just finished my rounds…and I didn’t find Rookie.”

“O-oh…you think he?”

“Jet, I don’t know where he is, I’m going to start stealthing around Herbert’s lair. Come join me when you can. Goodbye and be safe.”

With panic, Jet went into the house. Racing up to Rookie’s room, hoping to find his boyfriend sleeping. “Rookie? Are you in here?!” He bellowed in the room, panic seeping into him and in his voice. As he went into the dark room, he noticed that the bed was perfectly clean, practically untouched. Meaning that Rookie didn’t go to bed yet.  He looked around the room. Hoping to find some clues where Rookie could’ve gone to. He looked at Rookie’s nightstand. Scattering objects around, some books, his pet rock that he almost tripped on, the mementos that he gave Rookie throughout the years. There was nothing to even give a lead to where he could have gone. As he went downstairs, he noticed something on the dining room table. It was a velvet box? That was new to Jet. He picked it up, feeling the red velvet in his flippers. For some reason, it felt wrong to hold this. As far as Jet knows, it could be something important to Rookie. Yet at the same time, he felt compelled to open it.

Before he could even register what he was doing, the box was already opened. Revealing an engagement piece. He just couldn’t help but stare at it. He knows what this means, and he just felt his head becoming light with his heart beating in his ears. He looked away, tears forming in his eyes. Rookie was going to propose to him. He just, he just couldn’t believe it. Sure, the two discussed marriage and all of that other couple stuff, but he never thought that Rookie would actually do it. A smile formed on Jet’s face. Rookie is going to propose to him! Oh man, he felt so terrible for opening the box, but he just can’t help but feel so giddy. Forgetting everything that has been happening today, Jet took the piece out of the box. Revealing that it was a necklace. Jet held it up carefully, as if he gave it one wrong touch, it would fall apart. The piece having a gold and silver wrapped in the middle, with a few gems embedded in it. Jet waddled to a mirror and held the piece up, seeing how it would look on him if he wore it. He just can’t believe Rookie would do something like this. Just the whole idea of marriage and being proposed to. Sure, Jet was thinking of proposing to Rookie for some time now, but to already have the engagement piece? That would mean that Rookie was just so compelled to ask him. Yet the bigger question was when? Jet looked at the calendar that Rookie had and began flipping through it. There must be some indication of when on here! There has to be! With a few flips, he noticed a heart shaped circle on the calendar. Inside of the heart, it read “Jet’s and my anniversary!

“Jet?! Jet are you there? Please tell me you weren’t-”

“I’m fine Agent, I just got…did you know that Rookie was going to propose to me?” Jet couldn’t help but keep the excitement from his voice. This whole discovery was something amazing to him, he just feels that he’s on cloud nine.

“Okay good-WAIT WHAT, JET YOU FOUND THE ENGAGEMENT PIECE?!” Agent’s voice just couldn’t help but get loud. They knew for months what Rookie was going to do. Welp, guess that plan just got blown up.

“You knew! Aha, thought so, I just found it while trying to look for him…it’s so nice!”

“So which one do you like?”

“Which one? I only saw one in a red box. Why there were more?”

“Oh, um…well, Rookie couldn’t decide which one to get, so he got like three for you to choose from.”

“Really? Well, I guess they’re here somewhere…” Jet looked around, he noticed two other velvet boxes that he missed earlier, one that was dark blue, and the other that was black. He was tempted to open them, well until Agent was calling his name from the phone. “…so what do need me for?”

“I think I found Rookie. Please hurry.”

“Okay, I will…I’ll see you there…bye.” With a click, Jet disconnected from Agent and put the phone away. He looked at the other boxes and sighed. He won’t take a peak from those, no, he shouldn’t. It would be best if he still had some surprises left for him when Rookie does pop the question. Jet put the necklace back in the box, just how he found it. Putting it with the others.  Hoping that Rookie wouldn’t notice that he looked at it. Rookie is known to look over minor details here and there (or major ones like a gift shop chair), but he doesn’t want to cause too much suspicion for the green penguin. Jet sighed, realizing that when he joins Agent, that his deepest fear, the fear he hasn’t vocalized yet, might be true. He stepped outside and began to fly to where Agent is. Knowing the location that the three have been many times before during this week.

With a soft landing, Jet immediately began to stealth to where Agent was. Seeing them perched up in the spot, looking down towards Herbert’s base.

“Hello, Agent.” Jet waddled up next to them. Yet Agent didn’t respond, instead, they handed him a pair of high power binoculars and pointed to where they were looking in. Agent’s face still in their pair, looking inside. Jet decided to do the same, looking in and seeing…

…Herbert interrogating a scared to death Rookie. Who’s all tied up in the middle of his room. The look of Rookie’s face is a mixture of tiredness and fear. A few moments later, Rookie was dragged deeper into the base. Making it so that the two can’t see Rookie or Herbert anymore.

“Well, that confirms that Rookie was taken.” Agent took their binoculars off. “Guess we have to tell The Director and make a new plan.”

Jet just couldn’t say anything. Whether it was Agent’s way of nonchalantly saying that Rookie was taken making his blood boil, or the fact that his boyfriend, no, his fiance, was taken and there was nothing he can do about it. Well, there is, but he doesn’t know if he should. In fact, no, he will do it. He doesn’t care about having a plan, he just wants to get his Rookie back and for everything to go back to normal.

“I’m going to get him back…” Jet mumbled just loud enough for Agent to hear.

“You’re gonna do what now Jet?”

“I’m going to go in there, and save them all.”

“Jet, we can’t do that! We don’t even have a plan, we have to-” Agent was cut off.

“I don’t care, Agent, we will go in there and save them.” Jet just felt anger boil up in him. He has to save Rookie! He was, he was something close to him and he will do him damn best to get him back.

“I won’t go Jet…not yet.” Agent’s voice was quiet. Yet to Jet that was loud enough to know that the two are on different paths.

“Fine Agent, if you won’t go, guess I’ll play the hero then, facing Herbert by myself.” Jet began to waddle off.

“No, Jet you don’t understand, we don’t even have a plan! How can we even go in without knowing what we should do?!” Agent was trailing behind Jet, trying to plead reason to the red penguin.

“Fine then Agent, I’ll cut you a deal.” He turned around facing the other penguin. If you don’t make a plan by tomorrow night, I’ll go by myself.”

“Jet! That’s impossible to do! How can that be done in so little time? Especially with what’s going on?”

“You’re known as something impeccable, I’m sure you can do the impossible Agent. See ya tomorrow.” With that, Jet took his leave.

Agent just watched him leave. With a sigh, Agent took their leave as well, readying themselves for a whole day of planning.

The time came and went, Jet decided to see if Agent was in the hideout, which they were, still trying to find a plan to capture Herbert.

“Hey Agent, you got a plan yet?” Jet looked to see Agent, they weren’t responding, to enwrapped in their planning.

“No, this can’t work.” Agent looked up to Jet as they crumpled the piece of paper. “No, I don’t have a plan yet Jet.”

“Ah, okay then Agent…well have a nice night.” Jet was about to take his leave before Agent called him out.

“Wait, so you’re not going alone?” Agent got up from their seat, ready to chase the red penguin if he decided to go off.

“Nah, like you said before. We don’t have a plan! Why bother without a plan?” Jet smiled at Agent, hopefully, he could lie his way from Agent’s suspicion.

“But what about Rookie? And the others? I thought you wanted to save them all?” Agent looked at Jet, not sure if they would believe them.

“We’ll get them soon! So good night and get some rest!” Jet took his leave. After a few moments, he noticed that Agent wasn’t following him. He sighed, thankfully now he doesn’t have to worry about Agent getting involved in this. Sure, having two agents are better than one, but with how Agent was. He shook his head, no he will do this alone. Since then at least he knows that there is a backup. But is this truly a good idea in the first place? It doesn’t matter. He needs to save Rookie. Jet began to fly towards Herbert’s base. “Hopefully this will work.” He mumbled.

As he tried to navigate in the dark, he found the machine that was blocking out the sun. He landed right by the laser. Seems easy. Yes! This is so much easier than what Agent was leading on. Yet before he could even get an inch closer, Jet was pushed onto the ground. He couldn’t see who it was, just that he felt that a bunch of things is crawling on him. As he tried to swat them off, he realized he was being dragged, no carried away from the machine and into Herbert’s lair. As they got closer to an area with light, he noticed, that they were crabs.

“You gotta be kidding me…” Jet mumbled. When he was finally in Herbert’s lair, he sees the polar bear, sitting in his chair with a smug look on his face.

“Well, well, it seems that Klutzy’s friends brought me a surprise! So…I see that I finally have Jet Pack…Greg?” He chuckled, not caring that he messed up on the name. “And I didn’t even have to get up! Giving up so easily?”

“First of all, the name is Jet Pack GUY! I came here to defeat you and to save the others!” Jet struggled. Hoping that he can get free from these crustaceans.

“My, my, what a temper you have.” Herbert looked at the crabs and pointed at the door. “Bring him to where the others are, I’ll be there soon.”

“What are you? Too scared to face me you, fat oaf!” Jet struggled as he gets dragged into the room where the others were. Jet could only look as he sees Gary and Dot frozen. As he scanned through the other empty tubes, he noticed that Rookie wasn’t frozen. Instead, he was just sitting there, upset. As he looked up, he noticed Jet and got up, banging on the glass.

“JET! Oh my goodness, I am so glad to see you!” He yelled out, being muffled by his glass prison.

“Rookie! You aren’t frozen yet! Thank the great icebergs!” He felt a great weight lifted from him. As he struggled even harder, he was able to break free and sprinted towards the tubes. “What do I need to do to get you free?” Jet tried to bang on the glass, hoping that it would crack. Fuck, he needs a plan, fast, before Herbert comes.

“Jet! The crabs!” Rookie called out as he saw the crabs starting to swarm them.

“Fucking crustaceans!” Jet growled as he began kicking them away. He doesn’t need this, no, not now, and especially not from some bottom feeders! As he was able to get the few crabs to scatter around, he turned back to Rookie. He looked around, there must be a weak a spot! He noticed the computer, maybe he could command it to make them free? Before he was able to touch it, he felt himself being lifted up. As he struggled, he was face to face with Herbert.

“My, my, I never saw that much fight in a penguin before. Too bad I gotta ice you for your bad behavior.” Herbert smiled as he placed Jet in the tube below Gary’s.

“Herbert! Let us out! You don’t know who you are messing with!” Jet could only bang on the glass.

“Seems that you guys are nothing more but child’s play. So where’s the other one Jet? Your green friend over there has told me that you three were planning a mission to capture me.” He cracked his knuckles. “I really want to see the look on Agent’s face when they see what I’ve done to you all.”

“There are no others! I decided to come here alone!” He glanced over at Rookie, who seemed to have tripped in his tube, making him go upside down. Fuck, he really did blew it this time.

Herbert shrugged. “Ah, okay then, guess I’ll just go through with my plans then.” With a push of a button, the tubes begin to glow.

“Huh?” Jet looked over and see Rookie screaming as his glass prison begins to freeze him. “ROOKIE!”

“Jet! I am so sorry for getting captured! Please forgive me! I love you!” With that, Rookie was frozen.

“Rookie! Oh fuck, oh please no…I won’t go like this!” Jet tried to break free from the tube but instead was frozen before he was able to make contact. All that Jet sees is now black. Frozen and unconscious.

With laughter, Herbert looked over at his collection. The newly added agents making his set almost complete. Now he only needs two more to have a full set of his enemies! As he left, in a place far, far away from detection, there is a penguin who saw everything.

“God damn it guys…” With that, the penguin took their leave. They need to tell whoever is left about what happened.