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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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a thing or two (m.)

tutor geto has a thing or two to teach you.

cw. oral sex (f and m receiving), lube, unprotected sex, sweet! geto, halloween setting so priest! geto, age gap, slight body worship, fingering, overall romantic sex, kitchen counter sex, dirty talk, lots of kissing, mutual masturbation, intoxication, pwp, unedited as always eep

note. for my right boob @sixeyesgojo my first ever geto fic and i hope it’s to your liking...writing this with a frozen arm and numb fingers weeeee, i almost became a geto simp.

Halloween festivals have never felt livelier in the city. People dressed up in various outfits milled about the events place, your drink nearly sloshing on the ground the more they bumped into you.

Bass and music boosted from the large speakers smack in the middle of the grounds, and everyone danced to their heart’s content, you and your friends a huge inclusion to the crowd.

You don’t really go out to parties that much. Hell, you don’t even drink.

But after numerous encouragements from your friends, you’re now dressed in she-devil skin-tight black dress, black lipstick, and red horns placed on your head. It’s hard not to feel confident and sexy – the kick of the liquor is settling down as well – when you’ve got human eyes, vampiric red eyes, ghoul sclera lenses and even a fucking Cyclops eye turning your way.

You’re excitedly grinding against your friends, the whoops and cheers mixing in with slurred mumbles of the lyrics.

The night is young and so are you.

This may have been your third or fourth drink, you don’t really know, but probably some way along the second since you’re not really hammered. You’re somewhat sober enough to feel large hands gripping your hips, a protest of not tonight, Dracula about to leave your lips when you come face to face with a face you never thought you would see here.

Clad in a long black cloak, a silver cross hung around his neck, his dark hair in a neat bun and black earrings a perfect completion to the hauntingly stunning look he pulled off, your throat ran dry.

“Sir Geto?”

“Hey, it’s you,” your tutor spoke up with unmasked interest, his curious eyes trailing down your revealing outfit…the way your dress hugged all your curves and how your breasts are practically popping from your top. Geto smirked, “And please, we’re not studying at home, just call me Geto. Surprised to see you here.”

“Well, it’s Halloween, would be a shame if I didn’t go out,” laughing nervously, you found yourself acting out of habit as you twirled a strand of hair to your finger. “I’m surprised to see you here. I thought you’d have work.”

“Nah, the boys and I are free for tonight,” he answered with a grin, nodding to where his friends – a really tall white haired man and a bored blond who looks like he’s ready to leave anytime – dancing and drinking at the corner. Geto must’ve felt your unnecessary prolonged stare at his attractive friends for he’s pulling you closer again, not sexually or even hidden with motives, but because it’s hard to hear each other through the music.

“Hey, do you wanna dance?” Nodding, you waved goodbye to your friends. They didn’t really notice considering they’re way too hammered and occupied dancing with others. Surely, they wouldn’t notice your little escapade.

Geto’s warm hands leads you somewhere out the bar and into the open grounds, where cups are already littered on the grass and people are drunkenly shaking their ass to everything and everyone.

It’s a ridiculous sight that has both you and Geto laughing.

“So…you liking the festival so far?”

“It’s…pretty fun,” you admit and loop your arms around him with ease. Normally, you wouldn’t be doing this.

He may not be your actual professor or teacher, but he’s still a family friend of your friend who’s been tutoring you for the past semester and is basically the only reason you can endure math. Granted, he’s always been deadly attractive, but you’ve never really been affected by it, not up this close, anyway.

But you’re most definitely closer now, and Geto’s forehead is pressed against yours as he sways you both side to side.

“My first time drinking and I feel so light,” Geto hums at your slightly intoxicated eyes, his grin turning gummy when your curious hands trail up his robes to experimentally grope his pecs.

“First time, huh? We’ll I’ll be here to hold you up if you feel dizzy.”

“Thanks,” you beamed up at him. Geto, albeit being at least seven years older, feels so youthful that you’re not really bothered by the age gap. Again, it could be the alcohol, but he feels so warm, so nice, that you lean back to survey him this time around. “You look great, by the way, though you’re dressed up as…”

Geto rolls his eyes before you can finish.

“I know, the priest costume looks weird, but we found it pretty funny so here I am.”

“No, no, it looks great,” you wave off, your smile freezing on your face when a nostalgic song starts to blast through the speakers. In your head, in your head! “Zombies by the Cranberries. A classic.”

Geto’s hands snake around your waist before they hover over your ass, his eyes mischievous and slanted as he mumbles, “It’s a great song to dance with a perfect little devil with.”

You don’t know who leaned it first.

Not like it mattered, when Geto tasted strongly of strawberry flavored bear and cheesecake. An odd combination, even more so with his spicy cologne, but it only has you pulling you in closer to him.

He’s such a great kisser. Legs turned to jelly, knees weakening and lips locking in rhythm to the beat – it feels like it’s just the two of you in that moment. Geto smiles through the kiss, tongue prodding your lips to open before you’re gasping for air. Your attempt to regain air back to your lungs is cut off when Geto leans closer to slip his tongue inside your mouth, greedily sucking on it until you’re moaning in his arms.

Soon enough, you’re both holding on to each other to the point you might as well be fucking openly.

Geto is cupping your cheeks as he excitedly kisses you, his smiles intoxicating and the bubbling laughter he lets out much like music to your ears.

“Yo, Geto, are you sure about this? She looks like a minor, dude,” one of his friends speak up, and that’s when you see his white haired friend – who has extremely azure eyes that you can’t tell whether it’s contacts or not – crossing his arms on his chest, though his amused smirk said otherwise.

If anything, the guy is only suggestive, wiggling his brows up and down as he puts his fingers into a V shape, his tongue poked out.

You snort at his gestures, and just like how Geto did before, he turns your cheeks towards him again, his gaze feral and wanting. “I assure you,” Geto murmurs over your lips, “She’s not.” Eyes wide and all attention to him the way he wants, Geto’s smirk is cunning before he leans down to capture your lips in another heated kiss.

Stumbling back to his apartment turned out to be a lot more challenging. With the urgent need to relieve each other of this burning in your cores, you and Geto have made out everywhere, hands kneading each other’s skin until you fall awkwardly at his bed.

There’s no time to worry about it though. Not when he’s eagerly unbuttoning his robe, his dark hair messed up and a few strands shielding his eyes that glimmer when you struggle to squeeze out of your dress. He helps you get it off before he hovers over you, knocking your knee with his to make you fall open. You’re left completely vulnerable and naked under his predatory gaze, large hands smoothing over your skin – from your ankle, up to your thighs and the dips in your body, before he settles right above your breasts, nipples hard between his fingers.

“Fuck, you look stunning,” he praises, biting his lip at the same time you drunkenly giggle. “Bet you taste perfect too.”

“Only one way to find out, then.”

“Come here,” Get growls and rips off your panties, your half-hearted protests completely missed in his haze of pleasure. Upon seeing you bare for him, wet and pussy lips glistening, Geto groans deep in his chest. “Such a pretty pussy. Shoulda fucked you a long time ago when we were alone for so many hours,” curling his upper lip, he begins to settle down between your legs, peering up from you under his lashes as he teasingly blows air over your core that has you shivering. “I could’ve taught you so many more things, don’t you think?”

“Careful there, father, wouldn’t want you to sin tonight.”

“Oh no, you don’t get to do that to me tonight, sweetheart,” he laughs evilly, joined by you afterwards at the little teasings. “You’re a little devil and I’m nothing but a mortal man. Of course I’d fall to the consequences of my sinful desires.”

Sitting up with your elbows resting on the mattress, you tug him by his cross, hard. “Here’s your one way ticket to hell then,” you dared, letting your legs spread wider and pushing his head down. Geto inhales sharply when the tip of his nose nudges your clit, drawing out a shuddered moan from you. “Feast for yourself.”

“Hmm, you’re a whole ass fucking meal, baby,” he marveled, giving little teasing bites on your inner thigh that you’re sure would leave a mark. “I’m going to devour you.”

Geto isn’t kidding.

You clearly undermined him, or perhaps you knew all along what he could do and you just wanted to bring out this side for him, because riled up Geto who was excitedly sucking on your clit like a man starved had you seeing stars in the whites of his ceiling.

“Hnggrr, G-Geto, fuck!”

“Yeah, you like that?” he chuckles from your pussy, the vibrations of it sending electricity jolting down deep to your core. Geto begins to trail down, his tongue playfully poking your entrance as slick coats his muscle and cheeks, licking and kissing everywhere that you actually find it hard to keep quiet. Narrowing your eyes at him – and you wished you didn’t, because you’ve never seen a more lewd sight before – you slap your palm over your mouth, the only thing keeping your legs apart the strong grip he had on you. “Don’t be shy, babe. We’ve got the whole place to ourselves tonight. Scream as loud as you want. Let the neighbors hear how good I’m fucking you.”

“Y-you’re so lewd, fuck-” you announce, but the sounds of your squelching being sucked by his eager, unquenched self is even more lewd. “Geto, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Geto just pushes you over the edge, ignoring the way your thighs are shaking and you’re pushing him away once the overstimulation becomes too much to handle. You giggle when he sighs at not being able to eat you out anymore, but his glistening face is a lot more arousing than entertaining. Struggling to catch your breath, Geto smirks at how easily you’ve come undone, groaning as he wipes your juices with his thumb and licking his lips afterwards. He bends forward as he stares at you the whole while, slipping his digit through your mouth in a silent demand for you to taste yourself.

Never pulling away from holding his gaze, you wrap your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue and sucking just hard enough that he absentmindedly humps the air.

“You okay? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“Shut up. You literally ate my soul out,” you stare at the trail of saliva connected to his finger, the image so fucking dirty yet arousing that you begin to clench around nothing. Meanwhile, Geto’s biceps flex as he runs his hand through his hair, and that’s when you see he’s so rock hard that he probably feels uncomfortable. “Do you want me to…?”

“You don’t have to. It’s okay.”

“Seriously, Geto, you’re declining an offer to get your dick sucked?”

“I mean, I’m not against it but-” you shove his boxers down and immediately take him into your mouth, no foreplay at all, and your teeth graze his dick as you do so. Geto’s hips sutter forward in a knee-jerk movement he almost falls down on his bed, but catches him on the last second to not crush you. He ogled at your cock-stuffed mouth and puffy cheeks, his breaths sharp from the pleasure he’s receiving. “Sh-shit, not so fast, baby. I don’t want to cum like this.”

“Hmm.”

Staring up at him innocently, Geto closes his eyes and runs his finger through your locks, slightly bucking his hips deeper into your mouth. Even in his euphoria, Geto is careful to let you go at your own pace, though his self-controls falter a little bit the moment you fondle his balls.

His eyes snap open. Teeth bared and belly flexing, you keep rendering him frozen with how you take him in deeper until his hair is tickling your nose, cheeks sucked in and hollow as you slide his cock along your warm walls. “Oh, fuck, you’re really a fucking devil, right there, yeah,” he hisses, taking a handful of your hair so he could get a better look at you. “Well, who would’ve thought? Always seemingly so innocent. Who knew you could suck dick like this?”

“You like it,” you tease while pumping his shaft up and down and giving kitten licks to the head, where Geto smirks at you.

“Yeah, I love it,” he corrects, his cock twitching on your dainty hands that look so tiny in comparison to his girth. “But no way I’m coming tonight anywhere than your pussy,” Geto pushes you back down on the bed where he showers you with heated kisses, wrists pinned under his grip and hickeys left everywhere on your neck. His sticky fingers trail down your skin to finger you, the sensation too much, too good, too wrong, and that thought alone that’s been drumming into you as the intoxication fades away make you both pause.

“I-I…”

“It’s okay, just relax,” he reassures, withdrawing his fingers that can’t get past your pussy that has now tightened the minute he touched you down there. Geto sends you another approving glance before he pumps his shaft and up down, aligning it with your entrance and kissing you flat on the lips the whole time. “I’ll put it in, okay? Tell me if anything hurts.”

“Hey, hey. Breathe,” he cups your cheek while looking deep into your eyes, though that slight pinch on his forehead let you know he experienced the same discomfort.

Geto must’ve realized both of you aren’t getting anywhere tonight because soon, he’s falling back to this side, eyeing your pussy with longing and lust before his arm lands over his face. “Well… Maybe not tonight.”

“Geto,” you begin, turning on your side in hopes of easing the pained frown on his face. “I’m so sorry…”

“Hey, it’s fine, really, don’t worry about it,” he blinks at you and rests back on the pillows, his hand already wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock where the tip is leaking. “Let me just relieve myself. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.”

You don’t know what you’re expecting, but definitely not for him to jack off right beside you. You watch; perplexed, awed, undeniably aroused as he holds your gaze, his jaw clenched and accentuating his sharp features more from the movement. Geto is absolutely shameless as he fucks his own fist that is cum-stained, beads of white pre-cum coating his incredibly thick shaft with thick veins.

It’s so wrong yet so fucking hot that you can’t help but do the same.

Sneaking your fingers down to your kitty, you rub your clit and bite your lip, pleasuring yourself the same way he does. Geto exhales in wonder from watching you masturbate, his muscles ripping and arm so buff, you wonder why he hasn’t folded you in half yet.

Oh right, you’re too anxious to ever have his dick inside you, yet you’re shamelessly rubbing circles in your clit. Spreading your pussy lips open, you slide your fingers down and collect your juices, gasping right beside Geto who’s angrily pumping his dick.

Geto suddenly leans back on his calves to stare at your pussy and jacks off, catching some cum from your pussy lips which makes you giggle in surprise, but he comes back to fisting himself. The eroticism of your actions pushed you both to the edge until the both of you came, his dick softening and his cum shooting all over your thighs.

“God, you’re so sexy, I could stare at you all day.”

“That was…”

“Yeah,” he breathes out in stuttered chuckles, throwing a leg over the bed as he stands to hs full naked, cum-stained glory. “Hey, I’ll clean you up. Do you want something to drink or eat? A glass of water, maybe?”

“That sounds great.”

Geto comes back with a shirt of a rock festival and wipes his cum from your stomach, then folds it to wipe your arousal off. He helps you settle inside his oversized shirt that is warm, comfortable, and smells so faintly of him that the exhaustion of tonight’s events is rapidly coming to you.

“Come here. It’s pretty cold tonight,” You gladly cuddle with him, your head laid on top of his buff arm while his free one is wrapped around you.“How’s your studies going? Do you understand math a little better now?”

Despite his innocent queries, his actions are everything but.

His hands are trailing up to slowly to stroke your nipples. Geto thumbs at the hardened peaks before he softly squeezes your breast, letting his hand repeatedly graze over your sensitive nipples as if it’s second nature to him. It turns you on so bad, but you’re exhausted and you’re rubbing your thighs together, sighing and quietly moaning every now and then.

“A-a little, I guess,” you answer, a little bit distracted. He’s modest and no longer aroused (judging from his state inside his boxers), so you try not to start something you’re not prepared to finish. “Hey, Geto, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you more of an ass or boobs person?”

Geto handles the question with ease. “As long as the proportions are right, I like both, and I like yours,” he grins, cupping your boobs in his hand as if to prove a point. Then, he tugs your (his) shirt up just enough to reveal the erect nipples, his eyes narrowed before he sucks lightly on the sides. You gasp at his ministrations but voice no complaints, and neither does he when your nails dig into his arm. “Yours are so beautiful.”

“Flatterer,” you playfully punch his chest, but Geto only chuckles and brings you closer to his chest, his lips warm on top of your forehead. “I’m pretty sleepy…”

“Then sleep. I’ll still be here tomorrow, don’t worry. You’re free to stay as long as you like.”

The next day, Geto is already gone from the room. You’re not worried because one) this is a one night stand with your hot tutor, you’re not supposed to be attached, and two) the smell of pancakes wafting from the slight crack of his door is very much present.

Stretching your arms out, you pad to where Geto is busy flipping pancakes. He’s already dressed comfortably in a white shirt and dark sweats, turning around to smile at you at the sound of your footsteps. “There’s a naked girl in my room? Wow.”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen everything last night.”

Geto doesn’t need to gesture you to come closer to him, you’re already too pulled in by his presence that you’re wrapping an arm around his neck while he kisses you flat on the lips.

“Doesn’t mean I get tired of it,” he teases, lips lingering above yours before he drifts down the crook your neck, voice deep and husky as he greets, “’Morning. Can you pass me the syrup?”

Nodding, you bend over the counter. The syrup is located in the bottom of the pantry and you’re halfway to opening the glass panels when you hear Geto shut off the stove. His hands come to grip on your hips as he grinds his hard cock on your exposed bottom, his lips hovering over your ear. “On second thought…I think I’ll have my meal a little differently.”

“G-Geto.”

“I bought lube while you were asleep. Maybe it’ll make you loosen a little bit?” Geto touches you down there, his eyes glimmering with mischief once he witnesses for himself your state. “You’re already wet babe,” he announces, proudly presenting his wet fingers right before your eyes. “Wait for me.”

Nervously, you fix your shirt and hair as Geto runs to the living room where he pulls out a bottle of lube and discards his shirt somewhere. He wastes no time in lifting you up to the counter where dives between your legs, and you’re tugging at his hair as his tongue eagerly licks your wetness.

“Geto, ah, stop playing around!”

“Wasn’t planning on it, babe, I’m a little impatient,” Geto stands up again to kiss you for a quick second before he grabs the lube and spreads it all over his cock, his fingers experimentally prying your hole open to see if you could take it.

Once his digit slides in with ease, you moan the same time he grins wickedly.

You think he’ll go straight for it but Geto takes his time with you, making sure you’re properly stretched open before he splits you in his half with his cock. He’s really thick, after all, and your tight little cunt needs to adjust well to make sure you enjoy it rather than be in pain. Once satisfied, you pull Geto by the collar and wrap one leg around his waist to bring him closer, gasping when his tip slides between your pussy lips.

Both of you are too lost in a daze of lust to be able to speak properly. One nod from you is all he needs before he’s slipping inside your warm walls, his head falling into the juncture of your neck where he keeps grunting on how good you feel around him.

You can’t help but scratch down his back the deeper he drives his hips, the mere movement of his cock sliding against the bumpy drags of your tissues making you fall apart.

Not a minute later, your shirt is bunched up under your breasts, free for Geto to suck on while he fucks the living daylights out of you. His knuckles turn white from how hard he’s gripping the counter, another hand planted right under your knee to keep your leg spread open for him. You’re moaning openly under him, strings of fuck yeah right there and shit, Geto, you feel so good filling in the early morning air that would’ve been innocent if there weren’t such loud sounds of skin slapping against skin mixing with the chirping birds.

You squeeze Geto’s ass as he plants himself deeper inside you, setting a pace that is both mind-numbing and exhilarating.

It’s hard to believe that just days ago, you’re in the exact same place sharing waffles with him, only you’re studying math and he’s wearing glasses; professional, formal, polite – the exact opposite of the sinful things he’s doing to you right now.

Geto’s grunts are almost choked in your ear as you come hard, walls convulsing and spasming around his thick length.

He immediately pulls out his hard cock to come all over your thighs instead, watching the way your hole clenches around nothing while his slippery dick is smeared and repeatedly slapping your inner thighs. You keep gasping as you ride out your orgasm, thighs burning from the uncomfortable stretch of having one leg propped by him and the other heel planted on the counters. Geto’s moans are deep, sinful, and inherently masculine the whole while he shoots his deep all over you, creating a mess both on the counter and on your skin.

It takes a while before you both regain your breath and composure, with Geto awkwardly pulling his pants up as he laughs along with you. “So…breakfast?”

“Yeah,” you giggled, “I’m famished.”

Safe to say, that morning was spent with not much enough breakfast, but definitely lots of kissing and even more fucking around. Everything Geto said the first time you met him had been proven true – he did have a thing or two to teach you.

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kechiwrites · 4 years ago

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katsuki, izuku, and shouto as types of doting dads

🌿 gender neutral!reader

🌿 sfw drabbles, lots of domestic fluff under the cut,

🌿 warning: bakugo swearing, of course

🌿 w.c: 1.2k (approx. 400 each)

🌿 a/n: thank u to my angel @mindninjax for naming katsu’s tiktok. sorry about the formatting, tumblr hates me.

katsuki

Bakugo’s kids are not spoiled, fuck you for even insinuating it.

Bakugo’s kids get what they need.

And what they need is a four tier bento box, every school day.

Insulated, of course, because “they aren’t fucking animals.”

And what starts as Bakugo just being a very attentive father, grows into you recording him coming home from his early morning run and grumbling while he puts on the frilly, lemon yellow apron your kids got him for Christmas two years ago, which grows into him carefully arranging a camera setup over your kitchen countertops, “because you’re the shittiest director alive, dumbass.” Which leads to the tiktok account dine-amight, where Bakugo uploads his intermediate-level character bentos, full to bursting with perfectly seasoned rice balls shaped like All Might and Hello Kitty, star and moon shaped fruits and veggies and occasionally, when your kids beg for them, Bakugo’s famous rainbow mini pancakes.

And of course a pro-hero with a reputation like Bakugo doing anything domestic is worth coverage and acclaim, blowing the account’s followers into the hundreds of thousands in a week.

In fact, people are shocked that Bakugo can even find the time. But he’d do anything for your kids, do anything to see them bring home empty bentos, bragging about all the kids drooling over their lunches that day. Anything to watch their missing tooth smiles when he asks how they were.

And if that means a couple of extra grocery trips at the end of the week and really early morning runs and gentle kisses on your forehead while you mutter and shift in your sleep before he starts the rice cooker, then so be it.

“Katsuki, they are not going to eat caviar. They do not need caviar.” Honestly, you were less surprised he was dropping it in the cart and more surprised your local supermarket even carried it in the first place.

“They’ll eat whatever the fuck I give them.” He bites, pushing the cart just shy of too fast through the aisle, head swivelling back and forth for god knows what else. An elderly woman casts your husband a dirty look as he just barely swings the metal buggy to avoid her, to which Katsuki helpfully spits “Keep it movin’, hag!”

“They’re 10!”

“Doesn’t mean they need to choke down dry ass chicken nuggets and grape juice all day.”

izuku

Birthday party dad, the absolute worst party dad. Thousands of dollars on his kids’ birthday parties. Princess parties, pirate parties, any theme your kids can gurgle about liking and Deku has pulled out his tablet and is putting a pinterest board together before you can remind him that the twins’ birthday was two months ago.

“We can get an early start on next year. What’ll you think it’ll cost to turn the pool into an ice rink?”

“My sanity.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

Gets almost ridiculously bitter when the family across the street throws an All Might themed party when he knows, he fucking knows, they overheard him talking about throwing one for the boys months ago, But he is not changing his plan. Naw naw naw, your kids are gonna get their All Might party, they’re getting the All Might Party. Every single attendee is getting a vintage, tin All Might lunchbox stuffed to bursting with All Might merch; toys, branded candy only released in Sweden, keychains, those little retro bubble charms, anything he can cram in there. The yellow, red and blue bouncy castle he rented rivals the size of your house. And then, because there is not a soul on the planet pettier than your husband, he forces every pro hero he’s ever known to get in costume and take photos with the kids. He makes the one with the twins your yearly christmas card, then hand delivers it to the family across the street.

In October.

You bake apology pies for weeks.

“You know this is ridiculous right? Deku, she’s 2” you stress the number, pinching the bridge of your nose. “She isn't going to remember any of this.”

“I'm not listening, I didn't hear that, I am busy putting little princesses on cupcakes, a task you said you would help me with.” He’s grinning when he turns to you, and when you hold out your hand, he places a piping bag full of baby pink frosting in your open palm.

Together you hunch over the kitchen island to ice and decorate twenty-four strawberry vanilla cupcakes, nudging and snickering at each other’s lopsided princess figures until the two of you are smearing icing on skin and tossing edible glitter into hair.

shouto

You know those “girl dads”? That’s Shouto. He takes her everywhere, takes pictures of everything that little girl does. School plays, holidays, playdates, you name it and there’s a dedicated, timestamped album that Shouto is begging to show every visitor, mailman and coworker.

He prints them out, and maintains an instagram account filled with his favourite daddy-daughter moments, updated. daily.

Nevermind that he hasn’t used his own personal account in 9 years.

His favourite thing is buying and wearing matching outfits, carrying her in one arm. “Yes, I know she can walk, she’s very talented, she can do anything. She just likes to be as tall as daddy is.”

Whenever he picks her up from school, your husband slides her sweet little coat on and gently secures her into her car seat, right where he can see her when he looks in the rearview mirror. Then, Shouto drives your daughter wherever she wants to go.

Wherever.

If it’s the zoo, they’re going, and they’re coming back with a gigantic, stuffed red panda to add to her own (not so little) plushie zoo at home. If it’s Starbucks, she comes toddling through the front door holding a VENTI, frozen hot chocolate frappuccino (no coffee, of course) and a brownie. Shouto asks them to make it special, he would never let her handle anything too hot.

“Shouto, stop. You’re gonna rot her teeth, she can’t even finish that.” Which is totally true, the cup’s as big as your daughter’s head. Not that she seems to mind, the way she hefts it up for you to see from the entryway while Shouto undoes her glittery blue shoelaces.

“I’ll finish the rest.” He shrugs, picking her up and plopping her down on the living room couch next to you, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head before shuffling off to hang up their identical winter coats.

He doesn’t even like chocolate.

“Why would she need a iPad?” You grab Shouto by his shoulders and make him look at you.

“For…school.” His voice is quiet and subdued and you almost feel bad...before you remember your husband is clutching an $800 tablet he intends to give your 6 year old kid to his chest in the middle of an electronics store.

“Baby...she’s in elementary school…They aren’t even using calculators yet.” You try to pry the package out of his grip, steadfastly ignoring the gentle downturn of Shouto’s mouth at the development.

“She’s very advanced for her age.” The frown is a full on pout by now and you shut it down as quick as you can.

“No. Uh uh. Put that bottom lip back in. Then put the tablet back.”

It’s wrapped in shiny purple paper by December 19th.

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ageofevermore · 4 years ago

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Eighteen | T. Holland

Summary → you’re tired of feeling like the world silences you, but after an interview with sebastian and anthony, you start to wonder if maybe it’s your fault.

Warning(s) → mentions of anxiety, mentions of sexual harassment, mentions of inequality in gender roles, use of the word slut, fluff if you squint

Word Count → 1.9k

Note → this is a heavier topic, one that might be personal to some. if you don’t think you can handle the subject matter, please don’t force yourself to. this is relatively watered down, but it doesn’t take a genius to see what’s not being said. the ending features boyfriend!tom consoling the reader, so it does end on a fluffy note, but don’t hold out for those few ending paragraphs.

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It’s getting hotter in the interviews. A thin layer of sweat sparkles on your skin, and even though the air conditioning has been turned down multiple times, there are too many people in the room to feel any drastic differences. It’s unfortunate for you. Hot flashes are a lovely addition to your anxiety disorder, and press always sets your nerves ablaze. It doesn't matter what project you’re promoting, who you're partnered with, or what you're wearing-- you’re always hot.

Your cheeks are flushed dangerously when the last interview before lunch is called for yourself, Sebastian, and Anthony. This is your first press tour as an adult. You joined the marvel franchise years ago, when being eighteen felt like the equivalent of turning thirty, and you weren’t blind to the changes of tone. People were harsher to you, more forward. If they weren’t shutting you up, they were hinting at something less then appropriate, usually something sexual.

The next interview started with a short introduction to the media outlet, and your interviewer. He was middle aged, kind smile, salt and pepper hair. He asked for your names, then he told you his, and one by one he shook your hands. His grip on you was criminal, lasting longer than was comfortable. Sebastian and Anthony we’re oblivious to the few extra seconds of contact between you and him, but it made your skin crawl in a familiar discomfort.

Your fingers curled into fists, heart high in your throat. The questions started out easy. They were mostly directed towards the boys, like always, but this time you couldn’t find yourself to be annoyed. You had dealt with handsy and sexually charged men before, but he set a fire beneath you. It wasn’t behavior you should tolerate, but being a woman in the industry, inappropriate touches and glances we’re easier ignored then dealt with. When you spoke up you caused drama, made headlines, attracted nasty social media comments that called you a whore. It was easier to just internalize.

“Y/N.”

You hummed, looking towards the call of your name. He was smiling sweetly at you again, a predatory glint in his eyes that put you on edge. You shifted your weight closer to Anothony unconsciously giving the hungry man your professional attention and a nod.

He shuffles through his index cards, but his eyes don’t read the scripted questions his employers have supplied him with. It’s not often male interviews do their own research, usually they’re briefed by a colleague and handed a set of questions and topic point by a higher level employee, but this man doesn’t even read the card before he’s staring you down and opening his mouth.

“You finally got the Stark suit update,” He says, motioning towards the promo poster that shows off your CGI suit in all of its edited glory. Although the actual costume is breathtaking, the computer effects give it an entirely different, more technologically charged, feel.

“Yeah,” You nod, a forced smile on your lips as you try to ease the uncomfortable tension from your tone. “She’s finally--”

He cuts you off before you can give him any explanation for the upgrade. He isn’t the first one to address your new wardrobe, but he’s the first one to leave you antsy and uncomfortable. Sebastian frowns when you’re cut off, but he doesn’t think much of it. He lets the man continue, though a professional sharpness pulls his grin into a scowl.

“Were you able to wear undergarments underneath it? It’s tight, doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Was there ever a moment where you reflected how much your wardrobe has changed through the years?” He asks, a dirty grin on his lips.

Sebastian and Anthony are shocked at the blunt, inappropriate construction of his question. The public eye knew nothing of your battles with body image, or health concerns that lead to surgery. Your mind was plagued with doubts and self-criticism, and his invasive, pervy question both infuriated you and broke you apart.

You stutter to find an answer, heat overwhelming you. Your hand grips onto Anthony’s arm, and you can’t decide whether anger is what burns your skin or anxiety. Are you making a big deal of this? You don’t know. You feel like you have every right to feel violated and uncomfortable, but you’re a young woman in the entertainment industry, isn’t this the kind of ignorant commentary you signed up for? You don’t know anymore. You grew up with people always having an opinion on your appearance, sexualizing you as early as twelve. You’ve carried around pepper spray and self-defense keychains long before you even had an understanding towards predatory men and sexual assault. You’ve been conditioned by the world and the media to carry on with your day, no matter the broken boundaries or disrespect. You’re tired of remaining silent, feeling like your less than your male counterparts. Women and men should hold no differing values in society, and yet you walk to your apartment with keys between your fingers and Tom doesn’t even lock his front door.

“I don’t think that’s an appropriate question.” You choke out, voice hard and nowhere near the soft and frilly pitch it usually obtains. You’re livid, absolutely pissed to the point of a quivering cupids bow. You’re humiliated, and horrified. Your feelings are everywhere, but you remain as professional as you can. If you yell, try to defend yourself at all, you’ll be painted as a diva in every media outlet for the next week, subliminally inviting backlash and slut-shaming comments into your social media messages. If Sebastian and Anthony come to your defense, they’ll be sung high-praises.

The double standards men and women are held to, especially in the industry, is infuriating.

He stumbles out a response, but his time is already up. For the first time today, you’re thankful these interviews are only ten minutes. He leaves the room, shown out by security, and even then he still sends you a wink over his shoulder as if your glimmering eyes meant nothing.

“Hey,” Sebastian's voice is soft, his hand on the small of your back. You flinch away from his contact, head heavy in memories you’d rather forget.

“Sorry,” You mumble, voice trembling with tears that you refuse to let fall. You’ve already been humiliated, you don’t need to further paint yourself as some helpless teenage girl. “I’m sorry. I’m going to go find Tom.”

Anthony and Sebastian nod tightly. They watch as you quiver in your heels, hands clenched into fists at your sides. They’re proud of the way you handled yourself, though still absolutely enraged that any adult would find it appropriate to address you like that, especially in a professional setting.

You stumble into the dressing rooms, right into your boyfriend's chest. Your mind is racing, but the minute you attach yourself to him, you break down. Shy sobs break Tom’s heart. He holds the back of your head to his chest, other hand on the small of your back and wrapped around your waist as you cry. You’re trying to stay quiet, but the attention is already on you. Chris and Robert are worried, and Zoe’s trying to act like she hasn’t noticed, but they don’t all watch as you try to console yourself with your boyfriend's warmth.

“What happened?” Tom’s voice is soft, trying to keep this a private moment. He tries to move the both of you back into a corner, but you panic and squeeze around his waist tighter. “Baby,”

You and Tom have been dating for six months, and although you’ve shared with him stories of your traumatic experiences as a woman living in LA, he’s never seen anything upset you like this.

“I’m such a slut.” Your words come out so shy and small, you aren’t even sure you can hear yourself. No matter how many times you tell yourself that your makeup and clothes don’t give men permission to make passes or feel you up, it’s getting harder to believe that your verbal consent is as strong as your clothes. Maybe you are asking for it, and in a wave of nausea, disgusted with yourself, your arms leave Tom’s waist to pull at the bottom of your borrowed dress.

You’ve been hit on in sweats before. In ball gowns and crop tops. Somebody’s even pushed themselves against you while you wore Tom’s hoodie, but you still convince yourself that it’s your fault. That you we’re asking for it.

Tom’s jaw sets harshly into place, and he tilts your chin upwards to meet his eye. His brown stare is hard, only adding to your distress. Maybe he agrees. Maybe he’ll blame you for what just happened. He’s probably going to break up with you. Other guys just can’t keep their hands and eyes off of you. He doesn’t want a slut for a girlfriend.

“What the fuck did you just say, Y/N?” His tone causes you to flinch, words bouncing off of the dressing room walls. Everyone flinches, hearing only his heavy response. You try to divert your attention, but Tom squeezes your jaw, forcing your eyes back on his. “Say it again.”

“I’m such a slut.” You sniffle, submitting beneath his fiery glare. Tensions are high as you try not to break down again. Apart from Tom, everyone in the room has watched you grow up, never losing that shy and sweet sense of yourself. You’re an exuberant light, a brilliant scene partner, a rising star who has big things in store for the future. You are many things, but a slut, isn’t one of them.

Tom looks behind you, glaring straight at Anthony and Sebastion who are both stone eyed and still. They’ve not calmed down any since leaving the production room, instead, it seems their anger has only risen. The sight of you so distraught churns their stomachs.

“Some asshole tried to make a pass.” Sebastion said in short, words angry and delivered as such.

Tom’s breath hitched, his arms tightening around you and pulling you closer to his chest. His chin digs into your crown, eyes pinches shut as his hot exhale feels heavy.

“You aren’t a slut, Y/N.” He doesn’t leave any room for argument, but you try anyways. Tom has no patience for it, and so he tilts your head back and plants his lips against yours harshly and eagerly, desperate to show you love and intimacy. “You. Aren’t. A. Slut.”

You nod, ducking your head back down into his chest as you try to believe him-- try to remember that you never asked for hands around your waist, or cupping your boobs. Wolf whistles, or handshakes that turn into forced frontal hugs. You didn’t ask for any of the harassment, no matter the outfits you wore and what they revealed.

Tom lowers his voice, whispers melting into your hair, “This isn’t your fault, baby. Please believe me. None of this, is your fault. It’s disgusting and inappropriate, and you don’t deserve to deal with any of it.”

You sniffle. You can’t tell him you believe him, not yet. Not when your heart is so heavy. Maybe one day you’ll believe him, but that’s just not now.

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nomadicauthor287 · 3 years ago

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Babysitter AU

Boil and Waxer ask Omega and Wrecker to watch the Rising Star daycare at the Republic Shopping Center for the afternoon. Hunter finds out about it and drags the rest of the batch to go help the two.

Schedule

0900-0920- Arrival- Period 1-

0920-0950- Morning circle- Period 2- Hunter and Omega go over the schedule of the day/warm-up for fun activities- Police School

0950-1030- Morning activity- Period 3- Math and English with Tech and Echo

1030-1050- Stretch/Gym time- Period 4- Lead a stretching exercise with the children

1040-1150- Park time- Playtime at the children's play area on the fourth floor- Wrecker doing the rocket ship for the kids-(basically tossing him in the air)

1150-1250- Lunchtime-Hunter

1300-1420- Naptime

1420-1430- Afternoon circle

Lunch options

Hunter

He basically turns into Arnold Schwarzeneggar in Kindergarten Cop

Does the whistle technique to tame the kids

He has Baby Koji strapped to his chest on the baby carrier

Leads the exercises

Makes Omega change the diapers after playing hot potato with the others

Has to take care of Baby Koji at the daycare

Thanks to Omega the girls ambush him

Then tie him up

They put makeup on him and dress him up in a dress

The girls dress him up as a princess

https://youtu.be/JZpcNgEIWZQ

Echo

Puppet show

The kids aren't scared of him

They bombard him with questions

Kids like to cling to his legs while he walks

They ask him to hack stuff around the mall

Then ask him to make the vending machines give them free snacks

Can you talk to droids?

The kids think he can make cotton candy with his scomp link

Plays dress up with the kiddos

They dress him up as the Tinman from Wizard of Oz

He does the whole Tinman dance for them

Tech

He makes the others wear aprons

He makes Crosshair wear the cutest apron which just so happens to be Boil's

The kids crowd him when they find out about he can fix things with electronics and stuff

The kids make him dress up like Spongebob going jellyfishing

They make him dress up in the shorts, glasses, white shirt and tie with the loafers

Gives them an engineering lesson

Does storytime for the kids

Does all of the voices

Helps Omega make the cute bento boxes for the kids

He gives the kids little toys he makes

At the end of the day, he puts on Big Hero 6

Makes it his personal project to either make a hologram or an actual robot of Baymax for the kids

He’s the translator for Koji

The only one who can understand Koji

Wrecker

He shows up to the Daycare in a snowman onesie

He panics when a kid starts to cry so he tosses the kids up into the air and catches them

He calls it the rocket ship

The kids like to climb him

He relates to them the most because he acts like a child too

The kids swarm him when he first comes in because he visits the daycare sometimes

He is a character cosplayer for events

So when he shows up in a Wreck it Ralph costume for the kids

After Hunter is ambushed by the girls custody of the baby goes to Wrecker

This happens because everyone else is busy with the kids

So Wrecker and Baby Koji just chill in the shallow ball pit

For nap time Wrecker makes sure all the mats are laid out before Tech does storytime

Wrecker has Baby Koji sleep on his chest

Doesn't want to let her go

"Some people are worth melting for" he coos at Koji

Crosshair

He is stiff around kids

He "glares" at kids

Kids try to do 2 things

Climb him

run away from him

Until Toby sees him

For some reason, he feels comfortable for him

Throughout the day Toby slowly got closer to him

Until lunchtime

Toby sat next to Crosshair

He wasn't eating much so Crosshair decided to feed him himself

Toby climbed into his lap

So Crosshair fed him while Toby was drifting off

Toby clung to Crosshair like a koala

When Crosshair brought Toby to wash his hands he started crying because he didn't like being away from Crosshair

"This is my life now," he says to Hunter

After naptime, the other kids ask Toby to get Crosshair to wear a Hello Kitty onesie

Crosshair can't say no so he wears it throughout the day

Now for the rest of the day, Toby stuck to Crosshair

After that day he visits Toby at playtime

https://youtu.be/0nwjAFgyHv4

Omega

She keeps a headcount on the kids

Sticks with Hunter most of the time because of the Baby

Has to change the diapers because the others are too chicken

Takes pictures with Tech

In charge of the crafts for the kids

Helps the girls ambush Hunter

For lunch, she helps Tech makes the cute designs

The kids dress her up as Doc McStuffins

She helps fix all the toys at the daycare

Tob'balaw "Toby"

Twi'lek

shy

loner

chubby

3 y/o child

still uses a pacifier

carries his blankie everywhere

always stuck to Boil

Now he sticks with Crosshair

Calls Crosshair Dad in Ryl

Koji

Baby zabrak

about 9 months old

Still has nubs

peach

Likes to bite things

Doesn't have teeth

Ring leader in kiddie fight club

Fights the adults a lot

Granddaughter of Viscus, the Elder and main teacher of the Nightbrothers Dojo

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letterboxd · 4 years ago

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Savage Cinema.

From anarchists and adultery to milk baths and massacres, Matthew Turner shares five of the weirdest and wildest highlights of Hollywood’s pre-Code era, as #PreCodeApril comes to a close.

Pre-Code April was directly inspired by Noirvember, a month-long celebration of noir cinema instigated by Marya Gates (Oldfilmsflicker). I did Noirvember for the first time in November 2019, really enjoyed it, and thought it would be great to do the same thing for pre-Code movies. Although I’ve watched most of the classic 1930s films, I realised there were a huge number of pre-Code films I’d never seen (of my Letterboxd list of over 900 Pre-Code films, I have only seen 200).

As a sucker for a bit of wordplay, no matter how tenuous, I picked April partly because it’s six months away from Noirvember and partly because of the shared “pr” sound in April and Pre-Code. I’ve been absolutely delighted by the response—the #PreCodeApril hashtag on Twitter is a daily treasure trove of pre-Code-related joy, but I was genuinely thrilled to see the response on Letterboxd (here is my watchlist for the month). It’s been a real pleasure to see pre-Code movies constantly popping up in my ‘new from friends’ feed. My hope is that it’ll be even bigger next year—and that maybe TCM will want to get involved, the way they do with Noirvember.

Produced between 1929 and 1934, pre-Code cinema refers to films made in a brief period between the silent era, and Hollywood beginning to enforce the Motion Picture Production Code censorship guidelines (mandatory enforcement came in from July 1934). The “Code” in question was popularly known as the Hays Code, after then MPPDA president Will H. Hays. As the depression set in and box office declined, theater owners needed fare that would drive cinema-goers to the movies. It was a wild time to be a scriptwriter; they threw everything at the page, designers added even more, and actors played out the kinds of scenes, from the suggestive to the overt, that would otherwise be banned for decades to come.

The following five films demonstrate some of Hollywood’s craziest pre-Code excesses. They’re still jaw-dropping, even by today’s standards, and notably give female characters an agency that would be later denied as the Christian morals of the Code overruled writers’ kinks.

Madam Satan (1930) Directed by Cecil B. DeMille, written by Elsie Janis, Jeanie Macpherson and Gladys Unger

A critical and commercial flop in 1930, Cecil B. DeMille’s utterly insane musical comedy stars Kay Johnson as a straight-laced wife who plots to win back her unfaithful husband (Reginald Denny) by seducing him at a costume party, disguised as a mysterious devil woman. The location of this party? Oh, nothing too fancy, just on board a giant zeppelin. (“Madam Satan or: How the Film gets Fucking Crazy on the Blimp,” as Ryan reviewed it.)

Madam Satan is not by any stretch of the imagination a good movie (the editing alone is laughably bad), but as a piece of pre-Code craziness, it really has to be seen to be believed. Co-written by a trio of women and set in just three locations, it goes from racy bedroom farce to avant-garde musical to full-on disaster movie after a bolt of lightning hits the blimp.

The film is justly celebrated (in camp classic circles, at least) for the wildly over-the-top costumes paraded in the masquerade ball sequence, but there’s weird outfit joy everywhere you look. Keep an eye out for an enterprising extra who’s come dressed as a set of triplets.

Call Her Savage (1932) Directed by John Francis Dillon, written by Tiffany Thayer and Edwin J. Burke

Adapted from a salacious novel by Tiffany Thayer, Call Her Savage was former silent star Clara Bow’s second-to-last film before her retirement at the age of 28. She plays Texas gal Nasa Springer, who’s always had a “savage” temper she can’t explain. In the space of 88 minutes she goes from wild teenager to jilted newlywed to young mother to prostitute to wealthy society girl to alcoholic before finally (it’s implied) settling down with her Native-American friend after discovering that she’s half-Native-American, something the audience has known all along.

Bow’s performance is frankly astonishing, to the point where you simply can’t believe what you’re seeing from one moment to the next. Sample scenes see her savagely whipping both a snake and her Indian friend, smashing a guitar over a musician’s head and violently wrestling her Great Dane… and that’s all in the first five minutes. She’s also frequently in a state of near undress throughout—one funny scene has her maids chasing her with a dressing gown because they’re afraid she’ll run down the street in her négligée.

The rest of the film includes alcohol, adultery, strong violence, attempted rape, murder, syphilis (not named, but heavily implied) and baby death. It’s a veritable smorgasbord of outrageous content and Bow is pure dynamite throughout. The film is also noted for being one of the first on-screen portrayals of homosexuality, when Nasa visits a gay bar in the Village frequented by “wild poets and anarchists”.

Smarty (1934) Directed by Robert Florey, written by Carl Erickson and F. Hugh Herbert

This deeply problematic sex comedy features pre-Code stars Joan Blondell and Warren William (often nicknamed ‘The King of Pre-Code’) at their absolute filthiest. Blondell plays Vicki, a capricious, happily married wife who gets an obvious kick out of taunting her husband, Tony (William). When he cracks and slaps her at a party, she divorces him and marries her lawyer, Vernon (Edward Everett Horton), whom she also goads into slapping her in a deliberate ploy to win back Tony.

Essentially, Smarty hinges on Vicki liking rough sex and it’s completely blatant about it, ending with her sighing “Hit me again” (the film’s UK title!) as they sink into a clinch on a couch, a rapturous expression on her face. It’s a controversial film because on the surface it looks like it’s condoning domestic violence, but it’s very clearly about Vicki’s openly expressed sexual desires—she wants to be punished and dominated, she just has a rather dodgy way of getting what she wants.

It might be unsophisticated, but in some ways Smarty is remarkably ahead of its time and ripe for rediscovery. To that end, it would make a fascinating double bill with Stephen Shainberg’s Secretary (2002). Oh, and it’s also chock-full of lingerie scenes (like most pre-Code films), if you like that sort of thing.

Massacre (1934) Directed by Alan Crosland, written by Sheridan Gibney, Ralph Block and Robert Gessner

Several pre-Code films (notably those made by Warner Bros) took a no-punches-pulled approach to their depiction of social issues, and star Richard Barthelmess actively sought out such projects. Here he plays Joe Thunderhorse, a Native American who’s become famous on the rodeo circuit. When he returns to his tribe to bury his father, he ends up fighting for their rights, taking on corrupt government officials and religious authorities.

Massacre is fascinating because on the one hand it’s wildly insensitive—Barthelmess and co-star Ann Dvorak are both cast as Native Americans—but on the other, it burns with a righteous fury and does more than any other Hollywood film (before or since) to champion the rights and highlight the injustices dealt out to Native Americans. That fury is encapsulated in a horrifying and rightly upsetting rape scene (it happens off-screen, but the cuts leave you in no doubt) that the film handles with surprising sensitivity.

In addition to being a passionate fight against racism and social injustice, the film also has some genuinely shocking sexual content. Most notably, Joe is seen making love to a rich white woman (Claire Dodd, who’s also in Smarty) who has an obvious sexual fetish, flaunting him in front of her friends and making a shrine in her room with Native-American paraphernalia.

The Sign of the Cross (1932) Directed by Cecil B. DeMille, written by Waldemar Young and Sidney Buchman

Yes, this is Cecil B. DeMille again, but no list of weird and wild pre-Code films would be complete without the jaw-dropping ancient Rome epic, The Sign of the Cross. Adapted from an 1895 play by Wilson Barrett, it stars Frederic March as Marcus Superbus (stop sniggering at the back there), who’s torn between his loyalty to Emperor Nero (Charles Laughton) and his love for a Christian woman (Elissa Landi), while also fending off the advances of the Emperor’s wife, Poppaea (Claudette Colbert).

The film is racy enough in its sexual content alone: highlights include the famous scene of Claudette Colbert taking a nude milk bath and an erotic “lesbian” dance sequence, where Joyzelle Joyner’s “most wicked and talented woman in Rome” does ‘The Dance of the Naked Moon’ at Frederic March’s orgy, trying to tempt Landi’s virtuous Christian, to the obvious arousal of the gathered guests.

However, it’s the climactic gladiatorial-arena sequence that will leave your jaw on the floor. Lasting around twelve minutes, it includes: someone getting eaten by a tiger, a tied-up, naked women being approached by hungry crocodiles, pygmies getting chopped up by female barbarians, elephants stomping on heads, a gorilla approaching a naked woman tied to a stake, a man getting gored by a bull, and gladiators fighting to the death, complete with blood and gory injury detail.

The whole thing is genuinely horrifying, even for 2021. Best of all, DeMille pointedly critiques the audience (ourselves included), by showing a series of reaction shots ranging from intense enjoyment to abject seen-it-all-before boredom.

Matthew Turner (FilmFan1971) is a critic, author, podcaster and lifelong film fanatic. His favorite film is ‘Vertigo’. The films in this article are also listed here: Five of the Pre-Code Era’s Most Outrageous Films.

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bidoldaccount · 4 years ago

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Jade West Imagine / steamboat Suzy

Jade west x female reader

You convince tori to let jade play Suzy

Based on the episode

"They lost her blood?" You ask, your eyebrows furrowed as Jade leaned against the hospital wall.

"Mhmm," She said, looking less than concerned as she stared off down the hallway.

"Jade," you move in front of her, tilting her head to force eye contact. She's refusing to meet your eyes. "Did you steal Tori's blood?" You tilt your head further, finally capturing her gaze. Her uncaring expression fades a little bit as soon as your eyes connect with hers.

"Purposefully misplaced?" She shrugged her shoulders, her face falling a bit. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Baby, must you commit crimes everywhere we go?" You shake your head.

"It was just a little pint," she mumbles, tearing her eyes away from yours and looking at the ground. "I just wanted-"

"I know," you cut her off, cupping her cheek gently. "I know," you repeat. You lean in and give her a quick kiss to her lips before turning away.

"Where are you going?" She asked, brows furrowed.

"Be right back," you call over your shoulder. Your steps are confident and determined as you retrace them path to where they had taken tori. You walk in without asking and tori immediately rolls her eyes and head with a groan.

"I just kicked out your hornet of a girlfriend, do I need to call the nurse?" She asked.

"Not if this conversation goes well," you grit your teeth a bit.

"I am so not in the mood to be handling crazy #2, okay?"

"Listen tori, you get to be the star of a lot, okay? For whatever reason, people like your bubblegum, pop star bit, so would it really kill you to give this part to jade? She's only being this way because she's been wanting this role since she first saw it. Jade is an actress. She wants to be an actress. You don't see her snagging your... singing... roles..." you stammer a bit, trying to find the right connections. "Anyways, you know what I mean. Jade is a bitch, okay? Not with me but I always the way she treats people and we're working on it. But, jeez tori, you get everything, just let her have this," you cross your arms over your chest as you finish. Tori is staring you with a conflicted expression, still holding her palm towards the ceiling with a bandaid on her forearm.

"I got the role fair in square," she said stubbornly.

"You are so self centered," you shake your head with a defeated sigh. "Fine. Whatever. Keep the damn role," you walk out with a frustrated roll of your eyes. You couldn't go back to jade just yet, not when you failed her. Jade had been genuinely excited after her audition for Suzy. She thought she had tried her best and she had smiled so big when you told her that you were proud of her. Watching tori get the role instead of jade had been devastating to you so you couldn't imagine what it did to Jade. It was a small role for a small school play but it was everything to Jade.

"If I can't get this stupid role against tori, how am I going to make it as a serious actress?"

The pain in her voice was still ringing in your ears as you pick up coffee from the cafeteria. You drink it because you paid for it and you need the caffeine boost but it tastes like complete shit.

Jade is outside of robbie's room when you go back and you're startled when you see the excited look on her face.

"Uh oh, you didn't manually draw that next pint of blood from tori, did you?" You ask cautiously.

"No! Sikowitz just called me, he wants me back to the school in ten to get dressed for the opening scene," she said.

"Holy shit, you're playing Suzy?" You asked, nearly dropping your coffee.

"I'm playing Suzy!" She threw her arms around your neck and smashed her lips against yours. You put your hands on her waist to balance her and kiss her with as much enthusiasm.

"Come on then!" You pull away and grab her hand to lead her out of the hospital. You drive her car because she can't shaking her leg. You get to the school in under five minutes and jade jumps out before you can even get the car in park. You smile fondly as she screams at people on her way.

By the time you get backstage? Jade is already almost fully dressed in costume. There's students rushing around her, touching up her makeup and fixing her costume.

"Thirty seconds, on stage, on stage, for the love of Gandhi, on stage!" Sikowitz yelled from sidestage. You grabbed Jade's wrist as soon as she moved towards Sikowitz, tugging her back towards you.

"What? I gotta go!" She panicked.

"Breathe," you smile softly. "Good luck," you lean forward and press a kiss to her lips, feeling her body relax a little.

"Thank you," she whispered softly.

"Jade!" Sikowitz shouted.

"I'm coming!" She screamed back.

"I'll be front row, okay?" She pressed one more kiss to your lips then followed sikowitz. You walk out from backstage and take a seat out front, waiting for the curtains to open.

A big smile graces your face as soon as the curtains open and jade is right out front. Her eyes catch yours and you give her a wink and a bright smile.

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blu-joons · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction: Doing A Photo Shoot With Your Newborn Baby

Jin:

The cries of your baby daughter left the two of you helpless as you tried to settle her in order for her photo to be taken. “I don’t know what else to do with her, she’s not cried like this before.”

“We’ve tried everything,” you sighed, running out of options trying to figure out what had put her in such a bad mood.

Jin sighed, rocking her gentle in the cradle she’d been placed in, chuckling as the sobs quietened. “I think I might have found the solution; she’s finally settled down.”

You beckoned the photographer over, both of you smiling at the camera. “Nice big smiles guys, we might as well make the most of the small window of opportunity we’ve got.”

“She’s never cried like this before, we really have no idea why she didn’t want her photo being taken,” you told him, as he stood back to study the photos.

“I’ve taken plenty of photos of babies far worse before, don’t worry guys,” he assured you, showing you the couple of photos he’d just taken.

“She’s a beautiful kid, she makes up for it somehow.”

Yoongi:

He stood tentatively as you both posed in front of the camera, he lingered back whilst you held your son to the camera. “Yoongi, do you want to hold him for a bit?” You asked.

“A-are you sure?” He stuttered, nervously holding out his hands to take her, as if he’d never held her before.

You rested him gently into his arms, turning him so he faced the camera. “He’s your son Yoongi, you’ve held him plenty of times before, why are you nervous now?”

He sighed, turning at the big camera once more, “I’m not used to being centre of attention in front of the camera, I’d much rather people looked at the two of you.”

“Well, that’s not going to happen,” you chuckled, watching the corners of his mouth turn up into a smile, “we’re a family, and you are as important as all of us.”

“That’s very cute of you,” he grinned, leaning across to press a delicate kiss to your lips, “he’s a lucky boy to have you as his father.”

“Guys, that was the cutest photo I’ve ever taken.”

Hoseok:

You could hear him laughing before he came out and stepped on set, showing off your daughter to you, your eyes widened at her costume. “You look like you’ve dressed her from a music video.”

“Well, I thought we could do a little BTS shoot,” he chuckled, adjusting the outfit she wore, making sure it was perfect.

Your eyes rolled, but still sat down beside him on the set. “You can never do things normally, can you?” You teased, shaking your head across at him.

His shoulders shrugged innocently, turning her so she was in full view of the camera. “We can put this one in the studio, remind the boys how beautiful our girl is.”

“I’m sure they’d love that,” you chuckled, already imagining the comments they’d make. “He could replace Taehyung in the Idol music video looking at her.”

“Don’t tell him that,” he roared, posing her so she was a part of the set, “this is all innocent, she’ll want to be just like her dad when she grows up.”

“I hope so, otherwise you’ve got explaining to do.”

Namjoon:

Your smile grew as the light giggles of your son escaped, feeling Namjoon tickle against his sides, making himself comfortable. “You can’t laugh now otherwise we’ll get nothing done.”

“He can’t help it,” you teased, poking your tongue out as your adoring son looked up between the two of you.

The photographer didn’t mind one bit, snapping photos of his sweet smile. “Just stay as you are guys, sometimes the most natural photos are the best ones.”

You nodded, prompting her to giggle more for the camera. “Why do I get the feeling these photos will e better without the two of us in it?”

“Probably because babies are always the cutest,” you replied, “we can try and compete with him, but I don’t think we’ll win somehow.”

“I’ll let him off seeing as he’s ours,” he laughed, “teach him out to steal the limelight early, he’ll be a star just like his dad.”

“With a smile like that, he’ll be very popular.”

Jimin:

Your daughter’s eyes flickered around the set, Hoseok was stood behind the camera waving her favourite toy to try and get her to look at the camera. “Guys, it’s really not working.”

“Call her name,” you told him, pointing to Hobi to try and get her attention to stare across at him, and the camera.

Momentarily, she did, but then her attention was captured by something else yet again. “I don’t know what’s getting her excited, but it’s not having her photo taken.

You sighed, looking across at Jimin, running out of patience. “Why don’t we just let her do her thing? Try and photograph her doing what she wants to do.”

“It can’t work any less than this,” you responded, watching as he let her go, crawling around, playing with a few of the toys around her.

“Don’t worry guys, I can make this work,” the photographer assured you, walking around to capture a few images of her playing with her toys.

“She’s trouble just like her father really.”

Taehyung:

As soon as Taehyung suggested that Taehyung was a part of your photo shoot, you knew it was bound to escalate into chaos. “Tannie, stop barking and pay attention.”

“Y/S/N, is better behaved,” the photographer teased, smiling widely, “it’s not a problem, don’t worry guys.”

You held Y/S/N whilst Tae grabbed Tannie’s lead, keeping her under control. “Five minutes and then you can go and cause carnage somewhere more suitable Tan.”

Y/S/N was calm throughout it all, but Tannie loved cuddling up against him, “the two of them are going to be best friends, she’ll like Tannie more than she does us.”

“Why do I feel like my baby is only three weeks old, but I’m already the third favourite parent,” he chuckled, biting his lip in frustration.

“If I’m honest, I think the six other boys are above the two of us too,” you blushed, tickling against his cheeks, bringing a smile to his face.

“We’ll put these photos everywhere so they can see them then.”

Jungkook:

You stepped out with Y/D/N, watching Jungkook’s eyes light up, she was dressed beautifully in a light pink dress his parents had made for her. “Oh, look at my little princess!”

“Someone likes her dress,” you smiled, handing over to him, walking in front of the green screen with him.

For once, she was peaceful, allowing the two of you plenty of time to take a few good photos with her. “I have to say, you’re a super cute family guys.”

You both blushed at the photographer’s comments, looking between each other, “she definitely has her mother’s genes, that explains why she’s so cute.”

“But when she laughs, she’s definitely like him,” you pointed out, tickling her sides to try and send her into a small giggle, “they’re like two peas in a pod.”

“Well, I think we’ve got some beautiful photos of you all,” he spoke, showing you a few of his personal favourites, “you’re a very photogenic family, I’ll give you that.”

“Oh, you’re too kind, thank you so much.”

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smolspace · 3 years ago

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momma would be so proud of her baby for making such a pretty bracelet.

baby would probably go all out for Halloween, decorations everywhere and five different costumes. you’d probably eat all the sweeties (because i’m a sucker for your puppy eyes, and wouldn’t be able to say no), and end up having a few naps because of your full belly and energy disappearing.

i’ll keep my little princess’ hand in mine always, and if i can’t you’ll always be in my vision. i’ll probably have to have eyes in the back of my head, making sure baby doesn’t get distracted by the pretty displays and wander from momma too much.

i would loved to be squished with cuddles by my cute princess! you’d be wrapped up in my arms, in a massive cuddle pile with your stuffies. momma would make sure you and your nice stuffies are comfy before momma got too relaxed though

ooh benny seems like a good choice! especially since we’d technically match. aww is baby getting a little jealous just thinking about panda stealing my cuddles? it’s okay baby, they’re always just for you. i wouldn’t be too sad if you dragged me away from work to cuddle my needy little baby, especially if she needs it so bad!

i think you’ll have two tiaras, one for just regular days and one for when you’re feeling extra princessy. my cute little princess running around in her little crown and dress set, ordering her stuffies to tea parties and for momma to give her nice snacks. aww baby! i bet you felt so cute running around in your little Dino socks, my pretty little princess?

i’m sure your breakfast would be the tastiest in the world! the little kisses would be extra treats, especially when i cover baby’s little face with them as a thank you for all her excellent work. little star and heart shaped fruits on your plate that you could make pretty pictures with on your plate. i bet baby would want it on her special plate too, so she could separate her fruit into little sections and not cover kuromi’s little face.

a bubble bath would definitely be the number one choice as a treat for my messy baby. one with lots of bubbles and coloured water, drawings all over the walls. i bet you have loads of rubber duckies taking over the bath, all floating along and riding the waves when you start splashing.

momma thinks you’re so cute. there’s not enough adorable words to describe little princess.

I’d love to make momma something we can match with, you can look at it and think of your baby when I’m not there.

I would 😩 I wanna have all the cute Halloween blankets, little pumpkin/bat garlands (I also want a Halloween tree? Cause why does it have to be only for Christmas?) n I’d love some naps! it’d be nicer if momma took them with me, though. Cuddling my sweet momma would put me right to sleep, with a cute Halloween themed paci in my mouth. 🥺

An excuse to hold mommas hand? Sounds amazing ☺️ is momma gonna have to keep hold of me so I don’t run off? I might just end up guiding mommy all over the toy section. I might even have momma go squish hunting with me! You can help baby choose from all the pretty stuffies, and help me count out my money. Since I‘ll need help 🥺

Squish time! I’d love to be cuddled up with momma! Maybe even waiting for you after work n pulling you to cuddle so you can relax 🥰 I can even baby momma with so many kisses until she falls asleep with me! I’ll get all set up with my stuffies and pjs so that momma doesn’t have to worry ☺️

Do you like kitties, momma? I have a kitty n she likes to cuddle too!

I’d be so jealous of a stuffie stealing mommas cuddles! I’m right here and I need momma to touch n love me 🥺 not a stuffie! If I can drag momma away then mission accomplished, why do yucky work when there’s a baby at your feet ready for cuddles?

(If you work from home) then I can definitely see myself making a lil pallet by your desk, sitting on my pile of blankets with my stuffies. I’d be so quiet and sweet, just playing with my toys while momma works. I’d only reach up sometimes for a kiss or two. Maybe even a lil cuddle in your lap when you’re not busy.

Two crowns?! Ah! 🥰🥰 I want a pretty crown so bad! I think it’d be so cute, n whenever I put it on I’ll feel like a pretty princess! N yess my Dino socks made me feel great! I got to wear my baby socks while I was in my classes today ☺️😌 I gotta get more. I love em so much

Kisses are the perfect thank you, momma! I’ll be the perfect baby for some of your kisses 😩🥺

That sounds like a perfect treat! And colored water 😱 that sounds amazing! I have some tinker bell bubble bath that smells so good, gives me bubbles and makes the water a lil green. It’s really nice! (I love tinker bell so much, I wanna get a lil pj set of her, and lil fairy wings)

Thank you momma 🥺 I hope you know how pretty a momma you are too 🥰💗

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please-buckme · 4 years ago

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Him or Me. - Bi Ani x reader x male partner

Authors note: This is definitely a favorite of mine. I really took a step out of my comfort zone and I really enjoyed writing Anakin in this new and different way!

⚠️Warning: explicit, cursing

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It's was a Saturday night and you had just gotten off work. You lived in a small town so everyday was the same here. Every Saturday you and all your friends met at the diner in town, Dex's. It was run by an older couple who make every Saturday a $2 cheeseburger night for teens, their way of keeping you and all your friends out of trouble and to caught up on all the gossip around town.

Before you went to hangout with your friends you decided it'd be best to run home and freshen up. You took a quick shower and put on your favorite outfit which consisted of: high waisted ripped skinnies; a red and white, cotton, striped shirt and a light blue jean jacket. You felt

dork-ish-ly cool when you wore this outfit, almost badass.

After applying some red lipstick to your lips, to match your shirt, you grabbed your purse and flew down the stairs. Once you got into your car you text your best friend, Ahsoka.

Hey bitch I'm on my way. :p

Btw don't tell Ani. He thinks I'm still at work. I wanna surprise him.

With that you put your phone away and headed to the diner. You were in a great mood. Saturday was always the best day of the week to you. You got to work at the supermarket in town with all your work friends, which you loved, and got to spend the rest of the night hanging with your friends and your amazing boyfriend, Anakin.

You and Anakin had been dating for 3 happy years and you wouldn't trade him for anything. Ahsoka was your best friend but you weren't close to anyone like you were Anakin. You were the couple that finished each other's sentences and wore matching costumes on Halloween. You loved him and he loved you. Your life couldn't be anymore perfect and you didn't want it to be. Every aspect of your life was amazing.

After about a 5 minute drive that like an hour, you finally arrived At Dex's. You practically leaped our of your car you were so excited to see everyone, but most of all Anakin. You walked in saying hello to everyone you passed until you saw Ahsoka in the corner booth in the back, you made your way to her.

"Finally!" Ahsoka exclaimed throwing her arms up in the air for you to hug her. "You made it. I've been dying here without you."

"I know I'm sorry! I had to go home and change out of my uniform." You say whilst hugging her. "Did you order me a shake?" You asked pulling away from the hug to smile mischievously at Ahsoka. She reaches behind her and hands you a delicious chocolate shake, your favorite.

"Annnnddd that's why I love you." You say before taking the shake from her and bring the straw up to your mouth for a sip. "Where's Ani?" You ask in between sips. You looked around the restaurant but didn't see him.

"Um I think I saw him go to the bathroom but that was forever ago." She said popping her head up to look for him too.

"Well I don't see him anywhere else." You state getting a little frustrated now. Had he left? He didn't know you were coming so he may have. You thought to yourself. "Should I go check the bathroom? Maybe he's sick."

"I guess if you want to. I'm not brave enough to go into their bathroom. Boys are disgusting." Ahsoka says with a chuckle. You took one last sip of your milkshake then headed to the bathrooms. You tried to be a little sneaky going into the boys bathroom so people didn't think you were going in there for other reasons. You slowly went in trying not to make a sound till the door was shut.

"Anakin?" You whispered. "Anakin are you in here?" You didn't get a response but you could hear faint moaning coming from the handicap stall. You could till it was Anakin because the sound of him moaning was your favorite soundtrack on a hot summer night.

He must be sick. You thought.

You walked up to the stall and put your hand out to open the door. "Ani, are you okay?" You asked before opening the door. You opened it slowly but immediately wish you hadn't. There you saw someone else giving your boyfriend head. You gasp in shock and Anakin rolls his head back finally making eye contact with you. It took him a second to realize it was you but when he did he pushed the other guy to the floor and shot up. "A-alex?" Alex was your science partner. He would always tell you how cute Anakin was and how luck you were to be with him. You never thought he actually had feelings for your boyfriend let alone your boyfriend having feelings for him.

"Oh my god, (Y/N) no this isn't what you think." Anakin says zipping his pants.

"It isn't?" Alex spat back in response to Anakin's allegation whilst wiping his mouth.

"H-how could you? How could either of you?" You stood there blank unable to move. All you wanted to do was run, run as fast as you can, but you can't. You all of a sudden let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding in. "I- I- I don't know. I don't know what to think. I- I have to go." You convince your feet that it was time to leave and you walk out of there as fast as you can. You can hear Ahsoka and Anakin calling for you to wait but you physically could not stop. You had to get out of there. You get to the front of the diner and realize it's pouring outside but it didn't matter, there's no way in hell you'd wait it out here with Anakin. You start to fumble with your keys, unlocking the door to your car. Once you get it open you hop inside and turn on the ignition. And for a moment you just sat there in your car. The song that you were listening to before you went into the diner came on and it's almost like it sent you into a trance. You suddenly realize that you'd been so stunned by the events that just took place that you hadn't been crying. You reach your finger up to your face to wipe one single tear from your rosy cheeks. You stare at the tear for what felt like forever, letting it trickle down your finger.

Then everything hit you all at once. Everything. The first time you met Anakin, prom, graduation, his first car, your first car; everything you'd done in both your cars. You now felt every single burning tear that stained your cheeks. You let out a loud scream, you think. You were in such a trance you couldn't even hear your own voice.

"(Y/N)?" You could barely hear your name being called from outside your car. "(Y/N)! Can we please talk? Please?" You finally come out of your trance to see Anakin's beautiful figure standing over your car. Even when he's distraught in the pouring rain, he still manages to be the most luminous boy you'd ever laid eyes on. "Open the door (Y/N)!"

You shook your head violently before putting the car in drive and bolting out of the parking lot.

You were so overwhelmed. You were a blubbering mess. You looked into your rear view mirror and didn't recognize the person starring back at you. Your red lipstick was smeared all around your lips and your eyes were so blood shot that they turned into a faint shade of green. It was raining, you were crying and you couldn't see 2 feet in front of you but you didn't care. You new these roads well enough to drive blindfolded.

You weren't driving home, no. Too many memories of you and Anakin in your room and it also didn't help that there were pictures of him on every wall, even pictures of him and you lining the wall going up the stairs. Your parents loved him too, so you knew they'd want to talk to you about it and you had no idea what you could've told them. Truthfully, though, you weren't ready to talk to anyone about anything at this point.

So, you drove over to the supermarket that you worked at and gathered up a bunch of supplies and food to 'camp out' for a couple of days. You had a spot that you thought of as your own in the nearby wilderness park. There were never any tire tracks leading up to it and you'd never seen anyone else drive out that far. You'd go there time to time when things weren't great. Whether it be bullies at school or a fight with Anakin, this was your safe place. Anakin is the only person who knows about your spot. He wanted to know where you would disappear to and you trusted him enough to show him. Memories of the night you spent there with him come rushing back.

"So this is the spot, huh?" Anakin asked picking up and throwing a rock.

"This is the spot." You say walking towards him. "You know, you're the only person I've ever had out here." You say kicking at the rocks.

"That must make me kind of special." He says closing the gap between him and you. "Thank you for showing me this part of your world. This view is almost as beautiful as you." He puts your hand in his kissing it gently.

"Wow. Cheesy but I'll take it." You say making him chuckle. His goofy chuckle always gave you goosebumps on your arms and butterflies in your stomach. "I love you, Ani." You say hesitantly, now holding your breath waiting for his reaction. He looks up at you with a smirk on his face.

"Love you too, princess."

SNAP OUT OF IT!

You are so mad at yourself for letting your thoughts betray you like that. What were you doing to yourself? Was this your mind telling you to turn around and go talk to Anakin?

NO!

You weren't going back. You start the car after putting all your items in car and you drive to your spot. Every song on the radio made you think of Anakin so you flipped it off.

Everywhere you looked you saw Anakin, the passenger seat where he spilt a whole thing of French fries in your floor board. "Ooo party fowl" you said teasing him. The backseat were you cried in his arms for the first time. You don't even remember why you were crying you just remember being wrapped up in his big strong arms as he combed his fingers through your hair. "I've got you baby. Is okay, I got you"

You scream at the top of your lungs, hearing it this time. You had hoped it would make all the memories go away. You just wanted to stop seeing his face in everything you do. You turned the radio back on just to drowned out your thoughts. You were now ugly crying and ugly singing, but you didn't care it was working.

You'd been out at your spot for about 1 1/2 days now and you loved it. You loved the singing birds in the morning, the swaying of the trees throughout the day and the smell of the fire at night. Your parents were very outdoorsy when you were younger so they taught you a lot about survival. You could set up a tent, build a fire, fish and even set up traps for wild animals, but you never could bring yourself to kill an innocent creatures. You got enough food and water at the store to last a couple days so you didn't have to live off the land.

For fun you'd been bird watching, hiking and every now and then you'd just.. scream. You'd scream till your voice was gone. You couldn't have cared less though, it felt so good just to let everything go. Ahsoka had been trying to contact you since the second you left Dex's. She had sent a few text asking where you were and that Anakin was losing his mind because You weren't talking to him. As he should be. You thought. Even with all the time you'd spent out here you still couldn't explain what you saw. Was Anakin ever actually in love with you? Were you his cover up? How long had him and Alex been 'hanging out'? Were they dating? Were you guys even dating anymore, or ever?

Now that you know you started putting the dots together. Anakin has been canceling on you more often and he would not let you touch his phone. You never minded it though because naively you trust him with every inch of your soul. How stupid.

You went on another hike to clear all the questions building up in your brain out. You pulled a leaf off one of the tree branches and started fiddling with it. You round it up and folded it until you decided to tear it to shreds. You sprinkled it through the air getting rid of the remanence. You had definitely gotten a little tan since being out here. To be honest you were feeling yourself. Your sweat made you glisten and the hiking and all the water had you feeling super healthy and clean.

You were almost back to you'd spot when you heard a car pull up. At first it scared you half to death. Who could that possibly be? You asked yourself. When you came around the corner you hid behind a nearby tree making sure it wasn't a stranger. But even worse than a stranger.. it was Anakin. Of course he knew you'd come here, he knew you better than anyone.

"(Y/N)? Are you going to come out from behind the tree or..?" You signed in defeat at his words. You slowly came around to be in front of the tree. You so badly wanted his embrace around you, once again stroking your hair and telling you it'd be alright but you couldn't.

"I'm definitely regretting bringing you up here." You say making your way up to him. "Why are you here, Anakin?" Your whole body was shaking but your voice was calm like nothing ever happened and you were fine.

"Because I was worried sick about you, (Y/N). Nobody knew where you were and I didn't find out your were missing until an hour ago. The second I found out you hadn't been seen since.. since.. you know, I got worried. We need to talk about it whether you like it or not, baby. I'm-" you cut him off.

"I know your 'sorry' honestly An-" he now cut you off.

"No no I'm not sorry for what I was doing. I mean yes I did it behind your back and I definitely didn't want you to find out like that. That I'm sorry about." He rubbed his neck. You could tell he was conflict but you still weren't quite sure what was going on.

"Find out what, Ani?" You asked hesitantly.

"Alex and I have been.. uh.. we've been seeing each other for a while, well 3 months. I've been dying to tell you for so long a just didn't know how." Anakin admitted.

"I don't know Ani I think letting me catch you with your pants around your ankles and your cock down his throat was the perfect way to tell me, so thank you. You really saved me on that one." You say in an aggressive tone. At this point you could say anything. Having time to clear your mind really helped you ease your nerves around him now.

"(Y/N) please hear me out." He pleaded with you.

"I'm all ears, baby." You spat back.

"I- I love you, I always have and I always will." You scoffed at his statement.

"You could've fooled me. Actually you know what you did fool me for 3 years, Skywalker."

"(Y/N) you don't understand. I love both of you. I love you both so much it drives me crazy. I want you both and I need you both. I don't know how to explain it but I never meant to hurt you in any way. I know it's too soon for you to forgive me but please try and understand." He's flustered trying to explain to you what's been going on. After he finished talking you realized you were crying. You wiped your tears away frantically trying to keep your composure.

"We were so happy, Ani. You were my best friend, my everything. Do you fully understand how heartbreaking this is for me? To know that I wasn't good enough so you had to go behind my back and meet someone new. I'm just supposed to come to terms with the fact that to you I'm not good enough all on my own. No I can't. I- I can't live like that Anakin." Your rush of emotion came back like a bolt of lightening. New, old memories of you and him together. The one so fresh to you was the one that started it all:

You were walking down the hall looking over your practice exam papers sense you had to test in an hour. You were totally flustered and consumed by all the knowledge that you forgot to watch where you were going.

All of a sudden you hit what felt like a brick wall. You fell to the floor as did all your papers. You frantically started to pick them up.

"Wow wow slow down. It's all going to be okay, I'll help." you heard the brick wall talking. You then look up to see THE Anakin Skywalker smiling down at you. This didn't help your mess of a mind at all. You were even MORE flustered now.

"I-Im so sorry. I must look like such a dork." You said trying to make some sort of effort at a conversation.

"I wouldn't say a dork." He then looked into your eyes. "Okay, yeah, you look like a dork." He said before chuckling at himself. You punch his arm playfully. "A cute dork. You didn't let me finish." You started to blush. You looked down at the floor not being able to make eye contact with him. "I'm Ana-"

"Anakin Skywalker." You cut him off and brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. "I'm (Y/N). (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)." You finally get all your papers off the floor and Anakin helps you stand up. "I'm sorry again for bumping into." You say fiddling with your hair again. "You should be. In fact you should feel so sorry that you have to go on a date with me this weekend." He says now fiddling with your hair as well.

"Why would you want to go out with me?" You asked stunned by what was transpiring.

"I guess you'll have to find out. Dex's 7pm Saturday. I'll see you there." Anakin then walked away and left you and the butterflies in your stomach to revel in the moment you two had shared.

When you finally snapped back to reality Anakin's arms were wrapped around you tight as you both stood there and cried. He was swaying you back and forth as he usually did when saying goodbye to you. This wasn't a goodbye hug, though. This hug was deeper, stronger. This was his physical way of saying sorry. You accepted it for a moment then pushed him away.

"I'm not sharing you Ani. I can't do it. It's either all me all the time or it's.. nothing." You stood there with your arms crossed waiting for an answer. He just stared at you. "Ani, him or me?" He almost seemed caught off guard by your question. You were puzzled that he couldn't answer. You had been with Anakin for 3 years. How could he not pick you? He put his hands over his face and started to cry even more. You could tell the decision was eating him up inside and you just starred as his mind tore him apart.

After what felt like hours you went up to him and grabbed his hands. His face, though still beautiful, was a mess. His whole face was red and you couldn't tell where the tears stopped and the snot began. He was hyperventilating a little so you started to breath with him trying to calm him down. Shouldn't I be the more upset one here? You thought. You gave him a sympathetic smile and tucked his knuckles under your chin. "I'm really gonna miss you Ani." You could feel yourself starting to cry again.

"Don't- don't say that. We- we can figure this out." He started breathing heavily again.

"As much as I would love to try and figure this part out with you, Ani, I can't. I can't share you. I can't." You put your hand up to his face. "Goodbye my love." He leaned into your hand and cried even harder as did you.

You stay this way for about an hour until you both composed yourselves. Anakin kissed you tenderly before heading back into town. You almost felt at peace with the situation. You know Anakin loves you and he would never intentionally hurt you. He was truly one of the best people you'd ever met and you honestly did want the best for him and to be happy. Although you wish it were with you you couldn't have stopped him from falling for someone new.

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figure-skating-watch-party · 4 years ago

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Channel 1 Trophy

I watched Channel 1 Trophy (not the jumping tournament though), I mean just and only the performances, to spare myself seeing any possible drama or Yagudin’s embarassing behaviour. And of course downloaded all the cute friendship gifs afterwards ;)

PAIRS

It’s unbelievable how amazing Russian pair skating is. Also the added tension thinking that this competition will play a role in determining who’ll go to Worlds... Stressful, stressful, worrying about kittens (B/K) so much but also amazing to watch.

Boikova/Kozlovski - Star of captivating happiness / Writing on the wall The throw in the short has been giving them trouble lately. But I love the kittens so much! And woooow, trying 3S - 3S in the free. And all the throws were great.

Mishina/Galliamov - Esmeralda / Bohemian Rhapsody Showmens in the making. The throws, amazing spins to the music, and woow they are doing 3S - 3S.

Pavliuchenko/Khodykin - Sing, sing, sing / SOS d’un terrien un detresse These programs are such a great choice for them. They are getting better at interpretation and at being more open. I love their lifts, and how Denis literally throws Daria down and between his legs on the ground.

Tarasova/Morozov - Bolero / Adagio Maybe it’s because Sergei Voronov joined their coaching team ;) but I’m beginning to like them. Undoubtedly their elements are world class but I’ve never been convinced by their programs. But now I’m beginning to see the performance, the interpretation.

LADIES

I usually don’t watch ladies, and Russian ladies even less so (unless it’s Zhenya or Sasha T.) Because all the quads, coaching drama, early retirements are not fun. And with “usually don’t watch ladies” I mean I-can-count-on-one-hand-how-many-times-I’ve-seen-eg. Anna S-level of not watching. So I’ll talk about ladies more generally than about other categories.

Kamila Valieva - Storm / Bolero Daria Usacheva - Moulin Rouge / Romeo & Juliet Maia Khromykh - I’ll take care of you / Agony suite Anna Shcherbakova - O deux printemps / Morning passages

I’ve seen Kamila, Daria and Maia for the first time ever. And I have to say I liked their SPs quite a lot. Though the FPs seemed all a bit similar, even though the music was different... I really loved Kamila’s SP and her spins. (The FP could be renamed High kicks everywhere, though...) I really liked the way Daria moved on the ice and also appreciated that Maia’s SP music was a bit more modern. Anna is really nice to watch, so musical.

Alexandra Trusova - Love story, Appassionata / Romeo & Juliet I love her SP and now I think her FP has also improved a lot during the season. Her spins are also good.

Elizaveta Tuktamysheva - Lovely / Chronicles of a mischievous child Liza truly is the empress. Really I admire how herself she is. When it comes to even just costumes, program changes adventures ;) continuing her career...

ICE DANCE

I loooooove everyone.

Zagorski/Guerreiro - The greatest showman / Survivor Their skating is a great, engaging show without being theatrical though. Twizzels so good.

Morozov/Bagin - Too darn hot / Terra rossa I don’t know... one of the few teams I feel no connection with. (No idea if it’s because I’m negatively biased because of their coach or for some other reason). But I have to admit that the FD really suits them.

Skoptsova/Aleshin - Bonnie & Clyde / Never tear us apart They spark! They changed from one season to the other so much. I remember watching Fournier-Boundry/Sorensen’s amazing Bonnie & Clyde RD last season thkinking they were so much better. And now? Skoptsova/Aleshin are much more mature than last season, every movement is done precisely. Yes, I love them more and more. And so powerful in the FD.

Shevchenko/Eremenko - Burlesque / The Illusionist Also yess yess yess! Their power. And the hydroblades in the FD

Stepanova/Bukin - Moulin Rouge / Cry me a river I have to admit I’m a bit confused? Did they change the music a bit? And no dramatic pause in the middle of the RD? I feel robbed (mainly of smiling at the confusion when half of the spectators thinks it’s the ending pose and begins to clap). But anyway, this program is 100 % drama and I like it. The FD idk... I don’t like it that much. But what I do like are all the lifts in the FD.

Khudaiberdieva/Bazin - The Artist, Sing, sing, sing / Experience I like this team so much. Liza is a star. I really hope they’ll have much success in the future. I think that paradoxically this season was a blessing in disguise for them. It was Liza’s first season in seniors, their first season together and I think it was beneficial for them that they could participate in a lot of domestic competitions without too much pressure. I especially like their RD. The rotational lift at the end is awesome.

MEN

Mikhail Kolyada - Let’s get loud / The White Crow There’s nothing to say. I love the SP and I cry whenever I watch the FP. It’s a masterpiece. And Misha is getting comfortable again with the quads and added 4S! Yesss King.

Dima Aliev - Masquerade Waltz / L’immensitá This time not only return to the SP but also to the costume. And it was great (ignore the fall in stsq). Funny thing, Dima changed costume for the FP and suddenly I think it suits him more. Good job!

Makar Ignatov - I can’t go on without you / Je suis malade His 4Lo [insert hearty eyes here]

Mark Kondratiuk - Summertime / A Swan in born So cool and free in the short, it’s like a party on the ice. And an amazing FP. (We are all Zhenya, crying)

Andrei Mozalev - Sadeness Part 2 / The man with a harmonica He was so upset at nationals (and the camera man was filming him all the time) and that means that now he’s my baby. And he fought!

Sasha Samarin - Polushko polye / Keeping me alive My Sasha T_T I really hope he keeps his SP for next season because it’s a program he’s comfortable with. The step sequence is great. And he’s also improving in the FP... But he’s been injured, the jumps are not as secure as they were... To be honest, it’s quite clear that Sasha won’t be going to Worlds so he deserve some rest (and it’s been confirmed that he’s not going to Russian Cup finale).

#figure skating #figureskating #watch party #current season #channel one trophy #khudaiberdieva #bazin

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multifandomfanfiction · 5 years ago

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Show Me How You Burlesque

TITLE: Show Me How You Burlesque PAIRING: Spencer/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: A case causes Spencer’s personal and professional lives to collide.

[A/N - I have no shame. I love the movie Burlesque and this idea came to me. I imagine the first dance to be like “Express” and the one at the end is the waltz to “You Don’t Own Me” from Dancing with the Stars.]

Spencer, Emily, and Morgan entered the club.

Emily and Morgan looked around at the scantily clad women serving drinks and dancing on stage.

“Hey, you gonna pay or what?” The young woman at the ticket booth had bright red hair and tattoos everywhere.

“FBI,” Morgan said, showing his credentials.

“Don’t matter. You wanna step past this point, you pay.”

Spencer walked up to the booth. “They’re on me, Red.”

The woman, Red, smiled and took the twenty from Spencer. “You and your friends enjoy the show, Dr. Reid. Would you like me to inform Amber you’re here? She doesn’t go on yet.”

Reid nodded.

“Right away, Dr. Reid.”

Red disappeared as the trio ventured deeper into the club.

“You gonna explain to us why you know her? And who’s Amber?” Morgan asked.

Spencer said nothing and leaned up against the bar. There was a loud squeal and a blonde was climbing Spencer like a tree. His arms supported her as she pressed her lips to his.

“What are you doing here! I thought you were working?”

“Well I couldn’t pass up a chance to see my best girl.”

Amber rolled her eyes. “Such a charmer you are!”

Spencer turned and placed her on the bar. He tried (and kinda failed) to ignore the fact that her boobs were level with his face.

“I’m Derek Morgan and this is Emily Prentiss. We’re with the FBI.”

Amber let out a small laugh. “I know who you are. Spencer talks so fondly about you.”

Looking at Spencer, you could tell he was head over heels for her. His hands held her waist and the way he smiled at her…

“Oh! I need to finish getting ready! I’m up next.”

Spencer helped her down from the bar.

“Billy! Get my guests anything they want!” Amber kissed Spencer and then disappeared into the dark club.

He looked over at Morgan and Emily who were looking at him shocked. “What?”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Amber came out on stage wearing a black and purple corset with frilly black underwear. On her hands were a pair of fingerless gloves and she wore a police cap on her head. She found Spencer in the crowd and winked.

Her routine involved a chair and Joan Jett’s “I Hate Myself for Loving You.”

Derek had to hand it to her. The girl could move and Spencer could not take his eyes off her.

After finishing her routine and changing, she came out to see a group of girls crowded around Spencer. “Girls! You know he’s all mine,” she said, sliding her arm through Spencer’s.

“Oh we know. We just like looking at him.”

“Those eyes.”

“Those curls.”

“Those cheekbones.”

“And we can’t forget that brain of his!”

Spencer laughed uncomfortably and blushed.

“Is there somewhere quiet we could talk?” Emily asked.

“Yeah,” Amber said, “Um, this way.” They walked into the manager’s office and Amber turned to them. “So how can I help you?”

“You might want to sit down,” Spencer told her.

“No. What is this about?” This was starting to scare her.

“Amber, when’s the last time you spoke to Molly Versalis?” Morgan asked.

“Last night.”

“Amber, Molly was murdered last night,” Spencer said.

Amber let out a laugh. “Very funny, Spencer.”

“I’m serious.”

“Stop kidding around, Spence.”

“Dammit Amber! I’m not kidding!”

The three of them watched as tears filled Amber’s eyes. “No. Oh my god. No.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“No!”

Spencer wrapped his arms around her and she buried her head in his sweater. He stroked her hair and hummed to her to try and calm her.

“We’re gonna need you to answer some questions,” Derek said, softly.

Amber sniffled. “I want Spencer in the room.”

“Of course. I’m not leaving you baby.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Half an hour later, they were walking into the BAU.

Everyone’s head turned towards her. It was different when she was on stage. She didn’t want these people looking at her. Amber turned to leave, but Spencer grabbed her.

“You can do this.” He led her past the other agents to Hotch and Rossi.

“I’m Agent Aaron Hotchner and this is Agent David Rossi. We’re very sorry for your loss.”

“I know who you are,” Amber told them.

Hotch and Rossi looked at her.

“Spencer talks about you a lot.”

The two men looked at Spencer for an explanation.

“Amber and I are dating,” Spencer said.

Morgan and Emily noticed how nervous Amber looked. She had her body angled towards Spencer and she struggled to meet anyone’s eyes. Where had the confident girl form the club gone?

“I thought we’d ask you some questions in my office. There’s no need for an interrogation room.”

“Maybe I should have left my costume on,” she joked, earning a laugh from Spencer.

“Costume?” Hotch asked.

“I’m a burlesque dancer.”

“How exactly did you and Spencer meet?” Rossi asked.

“Mutual friend. She mentioned she knew this really cute FBI agent. They met on a case.”

Spencer blushed.

“Right this way,” Rossi said.

The two of them followed him to his office.

Amber and Spencer sat down on the couch.

“Can you tell me about last night?” Rossi asked.

Amber shrugged. “It was just like any other night.”

“Was there anything out of the ordinary? Anyone acting weird?”

“Not really.” She paused for a minute.

“Amber, what is it?” Spencer asked.

“Um, sometimes guys get handsy. They forget we’re not strippers and they think we owe them or something. There was this guy bothering Molly, but I brushed it off. Oh my god! If I had stepped in…”

“He might have killed you,” Rossi told her, “Can you describe the man?”

“It’s dark in the club, but I remember he had dark hair. His build was also similar to Spencer’s. Tall and lanky.”

“Do you remember any defining traits?”

“He sounded funny. Like he had an accent or maybe it was speech impediment. I don’t really remember. I’m sorry I can’t be more helpful.”

“You did your best,” Spencer reassured her.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

It didn’t take long for the BAU to find Molly’s killer. He was a crazed fan who killed her because she rejected him. He was also suspected for the murders of a few prostitutes.

In honor of Molly (and to thank the BAU), the club decided to host a charity night to help Molly’s parents pay for her funeral. Only FBI agents and police officers were allowed in as part of the special night.

The BAU arrived and was escorted to the front row.

“Any idea what your girl has planned?” Morgan asked.

Spencer just shook his head.

The stage lights came up and all the girls stepped out on stage dressed in different FBI and police outfits.

Amber stepped forward. “The girls and I would just like to say thank you to the brave agents in the FBI and our local law enforcement. Without you, Molly’s killer may have never been caught. Thank you for keeping us and the rest of DC safe. To kick this night off, we’d like to invite a few guests up to the stage. So, ladies and gentlemen, please help us welcome Dr. Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan of the Behavioral Analysis Unit!”

Spencer was shaking his head while Hotch and Rossi laughed.

“Girls?” Amber asked.

A handful of dancers grabbed the two and dragged them on stage.

“What are you doing?” Spencer asked her.

“Remember that dance I showed you? The waltz?”

Spencer nodded.

The music started and they danced around the stage, their eyes never leaving each other’s.

#spencer reid #spencer/oc #spencer reid imagines #Criminal Minds #criminal minds imagines

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raleighcarrera · 4 years ago

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holiday writing requests

wow feels weird to use the post title feature sdkjfdglfkgjfkjg

ANYWAY i’m opening up winter/holiday themed writing requests for choices & twc !! my goal is to do as many of these as i can before the end of the year but i’m going to try to space them out so please be patient and i’m sorry if i don’t get to yours or if it takes awhile

and thank you all for making my time here so far in 2020 so much fun and for being so nice to me since i made this blog in may ❤️

if you have a specific scenario or request in mind, just send me an ask, but otherwise a list of assorted prompts i’m accepting is under the cut !!

from here - winter/cold weather prompts:

1. first snowfall 2. hot chocolate 3. ice skating 4. blankets 5. fireplace 6. fuzzy socks 7. scarf 8. snowball 9. sweater 10. snuggling 11. snowed - in 12. mistletoe 13. candles 14. winter sunrise 15. eggnog

from here - winter/holiday writing prompts:

1. mistletoe kissing booth 2. makeout sesh in front of the fire, but someone is being a tad too respectful 3. snowball fight turns flirting, turns serious, then flirty again 4. snowed in and huddling for warmth 5. home for the holidays, but my parents won’t let us share a room so we sneak out to see each other

from here - winter/holiday sentence starters:

1. “it’s cold out here, can i borrow your jacket?” 2. “warm my hands up?” 3. “look! it’s snowing!” 4. “the car won’t start...” 5. “it’s supposed to snow tonight, you should just stay here...” 6. “i haven’t felt warmth in approximately twenty-three days.” 7. “that blanket looks big enough for two!” 8. “you’re cute when you’re cold.” 9. “it smells like i just walked into cinnamon hell.” 10. “can’t we stay in bed? it’s cold outside...” 11. “you’re not getting sick again, are you?” 12. “i’ll take care of you.” 13. “don’t slip!” 14. “i may or may not have gotten tangled up in the tinsel.” 15. “so... the tree is too big to fit through the door.” 16. “last minute gift shopping is an art, and you’re not ready for it.” 17. “all i want for christmas is you.” 18. “can i open just one? pleasseeee?” 19. “don’t be such a downer, mr scrooge.” 20. “i have michael bublé’s entire discography and an unopened bottle of wine.” 21. “i couldn’t find any gelt, but we do have raisins!” 22. “please don’t burn the house down.” 23. “normal people don’t own this many candles.” 24. “that’s the ugliest sweater i’ve ever seen.”

from here - winter/holiday prompts

1. “it’s almost midnight!” 2. “yeah, uh, alcohol doesn’t go in hot chocolate.” 3. “why does the house smell like a cinnamon roll threw up?” 4. “if you throw a snowball at my face so help me.” 5. “open your present!” 6. “wanna get shit faced instead?” 7. “why is there mistletoe everywhere?” 8. “i’m still sad you won’t be home for christmas.” 9. “aren’t you afraid of setting the house on fire with all the lights?” 10. “i hope you break your ass on that ice.” 11. “wait, no one got you anything?” 12. “so... we’re kind of snowed in.” 13. “it looks like the north pole threw up.” 14. “are you sure it’s illegal to kill carolers?” 15. “you didn’t think i’d let you spend christmas alone, did you?” 16. “i told you you were going to get sick if you stayed in the snow all day.” 17. “does that stocking have my name on it?” 18. “and now the power’s out.” 19. “you’ve never had a new year’s kiss?” 20. “you’re kind of cute when you look like rudolph.”-“the reindeer?”-“no, my dentist. yes, the reindeer.”

from here - december fanfic prompts

1. a snowball fight 2. overly bundled up for the weather 3, decorating the tree 4. ruining the holiday dinner 5. secret santa gift exchange 6. unwrapping presents 7. making cookies 8. new holiday traditions 9. work holiday party 10. eating candy canes 11. traveling for the holiday 12. a holiday proposal 13. drunk at new year’s party 14. a new year’s kiss

from here - christmas/winter starters

“sorry, it’s not me, it’s the eggnog.” “just so you know, i’m kind of stuck in the christmas lights.” “looks like you’re getting coal this year.” “i just took an online quiz and it said i was on the naughty list! if it was you i could see it, but not me!” “are you seriously crying over rudolph...?” “i just called to tell you merry christmas.” “please stop singing christmas songs.” “if you ring those dumb jingle bells one more time, i will wring your neck.” “oh my god, is that mistletoe...?” “what kind of christmas would it be if we didn’t play in the snow?”

from here - holiday au prompts

1. we don’t like each other, but we’re at a mutual friend’s christmas party and we keep getting caught under the mistletoe together 2. we both work at the mall’s pictures with santa event. you shouldn’t be able to look that attractive in an elf’s costume and we should not be hooking up in santa’s cottage on our break 3. why can’t you turn your christmas lights off at a reasonable hour? they’re way too bright and some of us are trying to sleep. if you won’t turn them off, i’ll turn them off myself 4. my parents keep pestering me about a boy/girlfriend, so i lied and now i need you to be my fake boy/girlfriend for the holidays 5. if you sing one more christmas song, I’m breaking the radio and kicking you out of the car. i don’t care how cute you are, i can’t take one more rendition of santa baby or all i want for christmas is you 6. you didn’t have anywhere to go for the holidays, so i invited you to come home with me as friends but my parents now think we’re dating

from here - more christmas aus

1. “i know we hate each other but it’s christmas eve and your flight was cancelled, please come inside.” 2. “i got you for secret santa so i got you this really expensive but sentimental gift that you’ve always wanted, hoping you’ll never find out it’s from me - and that i’ve been in love with you 1234567 years.” 3. person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (”oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there?”) 4. i knitted you a jumper/mittens/scarf 5. “we were playing in the snow and you suddenly tackled me to the ground and now... we’re just... staring... at each other...” 6. "our christmas party turned into a tropical theme because the radiator is broken and it’s hotter than hell in here - damn you look good without a shirt, i never noticed before asgdhfjgkhl” 7. “we’re co workers who hate each other but you had too much to drink at the staff christmas party and admitted your love for me i don’t know how to act around you now.” 8. TEACH ME HOW TO SKI (lol jk i know how you’re just so fucking cute) 9. PULLING YOU IN FOR A KISS WITH A SCARF 10. “i did that annoying thing where i put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and i can’t wait to see your face”

from here - christmas/holiday starters

1. “woah, someone drank too much egg nog.” 2. “i can’t believe i’m all alone during the holidays.” 3. “i hate snow. and smiling children.” 4. “if i hear one more christmas song, someone is getting strangled with tinsel.” 5. “the limit was $20, people. why do I see an iPhone?” 6. “i know who got me this. there’s only one person who knows me this well. it’s you.” 7. “this is really corny... but you’re already a gift to me.” 8. “have i been naughty this year?” 9. “oh, i’d ride in your sleigh.” 10. “your eyes twinkle like tree lights.” 11. “great, now my flight is delayed…” 12. “how am i supposed to get home in this weather?” 13. "do these dreidel cake pops look pinterest-y enough?” 14. “it’s not a ‘made-up’ holiday. all holidays are made up.”

from here - new year’s starters

1. “will you kiss me at midnight?” 2. “here's hoping the new year is better than the last.” 3. “this is the perfect way to ring in the new year.” 4. “i don't feel well...” 5. “did you just kiss me?” 6. “the stars are prettier than the fireworks.” 7. “let's ring in the new year right.” 8. “are you drunk?” 9. “can we go home?” 10. “hold my hand.” 11. “i think i drank too much.” 12. “let's get a cab.” 13. “you look silly.”

from here - cold weather starters

1. “it’s hand holding season.” 2. “i got the biggest blanket for us to share.” 3. “your cheeks are so red; it’s so cute!” 4. “this scarf isn’t big enough for two people.” 5. “maybe if i kiss you, you’ll feel warmer.” 6. “hug me; i’m cold and love you.” 7. “are you cold? let’s cuddle, it’ll make you warmer.” 8. “what time is it? don’t answer, it’s christmas.” 9. “if it snows, wake me up.” 10. “christmas songs this early?” 11. “please stay warm; i don’t want you to get sick.” 12. “i refuse to let you go – i’m cold.” 13. “it’s icy outside – also, can you help me limp to the couch?” 14. “i don’t need mistletoe to kiss you.” 15. “i’m glad I get to spend this season with you.” 16. “are you shivering?” 17. “i ran you a bath since it’s freezing outside.” 18. “stay in bed with me, it’s warmer here.” 19. “i don’t understand how you love this kind of weather so much.” 20. “are you blushing or cold?” 21. “oh, darn, i seem to have forgotten my mittens – please warm my hands?” 22. “i don’t think cold weather is an excuse to drink ten times more coffee.” 23. “well, you can never have too much hot chocolate.” 24. “i’m gonna stay up and wait for it to snow.” 25. “being with you makes the season even better.” 26. “since it’s cold should i start calling you ‘snow angel’?” 27. “are you going to share this coat with me all night?”

#writing prompts tag #anyway just send me a pairing and the prompt you want and happy holidays you guys 💕#love u #also if anyone wants to take any of these prompts i don't own them so feel free !! just link back to the original posts and give credit ok

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amydancepants-peralta · 5 years ago

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26 and 61 pleaseee 💕♥♥♥

26: Do not. Tempt. Me. & 61: Can’t we hug this out?

(This image is 1. V important to the story and 2. V V adorable for a mini-Jake 😍)

“Do not. Tempt. Me”

Four threatening words: falling straight from Jake Peralta’s mouth, and aimed directly at the phone screen in front of him. He dares his thumb to keep on scrolling, and for his brain to completely ignore the adorable outfit that is staring at him, but neither seem interested in complying. “Amy will kill me.”

Her voice appears as if from nowhere, and in hindsight it’s more likely to be that she’s just left their bedroom, but it still shocks him all the same when suddenly Amy is in the vicinity, asking - “Why am I killing you, exactly?”

His phone is out of his hand and flying across the couch before he has a chance to respond (seriously, has his mind just packed up and left?!), and all Jake can do is splutter a “Oh, heyy babe! Nothing at all, just rambling to myself you know how I be!”

It doesn’t work at all, which comes as a surprise to absolutely no one, and Amy just gives Jake a weird look as she passes right by his position on the couch, reaching for the phone before he has a chance to grab it. And damnit for making his passcode their anniversary; and damnit for being married to an ace detective, because she unlocks his phone with ease, and proceeds to stare at the screen with raised eyebrows.

There’s a moment of silence; partly because Jake knows he’s just been busted looking at baby clothes after swearing to his wife that he would stop, and partly because he’s still kind of hoping she will see just how damn cute this outfit is. It’s plaid, and tiny, and he’s fairly certain he owns the exact same pattern - and if he doesn’t, he will by the time their son has arrived.

It feels like thirty minutes, yet it’s only been seconds, but still Jake feels he needs to speak up. “Okay, before you get mad, I swear it’s a total accident, I was on another page and then one of those stupid ads popped up and my thumb didn’t hit the x properly and I -”

(There’s just enough truth in it to get by. He definitely was on another page at some point, and he definitely hadn’t googled ‘baby + plaid’.)

“It’s actually really cute.” Her voice is soft enough for him to know that she means it, and when Amy looks up Jake notices that her eyes have taken on that squidgy I totally love this look that she tends to get whenever they shop for baby related items and they find something far too tiny to be real. “Like … ridiculously so. We need to get it, if for no other reason than our son can match his Daddy.”

And it happens again: his heart goes squish and the kaleidoscope of butterflies that somehow manage to live in his stomach take flight again. It’s been happening a lot lately, especially whenever someone mentions that they’re having a baby, or that he’s having a son, or he remembers that the sweetest being that is Amy Santiago is the mother of said child. Some would call it excitement; others a bundle of nerves, but Jake doesn’t care enough to name it. He and Amy are having a son, and they’re going to wear matching plaid outfits, and it’s going to be awesome. His smile is ridiculously big, and he nods. “Yeah. Little Shrek and I, cruising down the halls of the precinct in our matching plaid like the badasses we are.”

Amy laughs, that kind of gentle tinkering sound that will always remain at the top of the list of Things Jake Loves To Hear (soon to be closely rivalled by the sound of his son’s laugh), and he cannot help but close the gap between them to land a quick kiss against her lips. She’s the love of his life; and is growing their son inside her amazing body, and really he truly loves to kiss her and will take any chance that comes his way - for long as they both shall live.

“Okay babe, we’re doing this. Adding to cart.” She glances up at him, the tiny warning clear in her eyes. “I’m going through to the checkout before another thing can be added. We’ve bought so much already.”

Jake nods quietly, already knowing that he’s onto a good wicket and really shouldn’t say anything that could jeopardise it. “You’re totally right babe,” he adds for good measure.

“Oh wait, they’ve just shown me a few things I ‘might be interested in’ and oh my god Jake there’s tiny sneakers too!”

He throws out another nod, taking a heavy swallow to keep his voice level before replying. “Uh, cool! That sounds really awesome Ames, but … we don’t really need more baby shoes, do we? I mean it’s not like they’re walking around everywhere amiright?” The sentence is punctuated with a nervous laugh, and oh, he is SO done for.

Amy’s eyebrows knit together, and she lowers the phone slightly to study him closely. “You don’t even want to see them?”

A quick shake of the head, and Jake suddenly finds the embroidered pattern of the throw pillow on their couch fascinating.

(He knows what they look like. They’re mini Converse all-stars, all black with the white edging that are on sale for 12.99, and they’re already in transit to their apartment.)

She lowers the phone completely, and leans in. “Out with it, Peralta.”

“I love you?”

“I love you too. Out with it.”

Jake feels his shoulders begin to slump, and he lets out a defeated sigh. “They may or may not be arriving tomorrow.”

“May or may not be?”

“Well, you know how unreliable the postal service can be, I mean ..”

“Jake!”

“Ugh. I know, I’m sorry! I wasn’t going to buy anything else. But then Charles sent me the link and I fell down the rabbit hole and next thing I was creating an account. We get a discount on our next item, babe, so really we’re saving money.”

“It’s amazing how after all this time, your handle on finances still manages to make me sweat behind the knees.”

“You must admit, though. They are pretty cute.”

Her arms are folded, and she gives him the side-eye that she does so well. “Okay so I might have already added them to cart before I even told you about them.”

“SEE! They’re totally adorable, and we’re all too powerless to resist.”

Amy laughs again, running her hand down his right arm, and suddenly everything is right with the world again. “By the way - now would be a good time to tell me about the secret baby-sized Ninja Turtles costume that is currently hiding at the back of our wardrobe, babe.”

Double Damnit.

“…. Our baby needs to have a costume for Halloween, and it’s cheaper if you buy ahead?”

She’s shaking her head again, but this time Amy has that smile of hers to accompany it - the one that says oh how I love this man, even though he’s a massive dork - and honestly, he’ll take it as a victory. “Fine, I’ll give you that one. Just promise me there’s no more, Jake. We need to budget for the baby, and if we keep spending our money on outfits we’re going to go broke.”

His responding nod is earnest, eyes wide with sincerity. “I promise, Ames. No more surprise purchases.”

(There’s one coming next week, but this one’s for Amy, and he’s pretty sure he can get it diverted to Charles’ place.)

Amy leans forward, and Jake reaches his arms out in the assumption that she’s coming in for a hug - it is, after all, one of the more common ways to find them when on the couch - but instead she stands, walking past Jake with his phone back in her hand.

His eyes follow her, confused. “Wait. Can’t we hug this out?”

She turns her head back towards him, smiling as she walks down the hallway again. “We can hug in a minute, babe. I’m buying this outfit before it’s gone, and putting your phone on charge and out of your hands.”

“Yeah, that tracks.”

It’s another few months before Jake gets to act it out; the slow-motion walk from the elevator door into the bullpen with his baby son in his arms, whipping off his aviators and proudly showing off to anyone and everyone that they were wearing matching plaid and he is clearly the coolest Dad in the universe.

And maybe Rosa rolls her eyes, and the slow-mo doesn’t seem quite as slow in real life, but point is - it’s the best entrance he’s made into the precinct, ever. And it’s entirely because of the World’s Coolest Baby, just hanging out with his equally cool Dad.

fin.

(you can find the baby TMNT costume here, because it is equally adorable.) 🐢

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