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rebelfell · 1 year ago

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Surrender III

eddie munson x fem!reader x lesbian!chrissy cunningham

Part One┃Part Two┃Part Three

cw: established relationship, platonic!hc (eddie-chrissy are college besties), questioning/bi reader, threesome, fingering, oral (fem-fem giving and receiving), piv sex (unspecified birth control), squirting, one instance of spanking and singular use of the nickname “daddy” (not by r, it’s kind of a joke?)

18+, MDNI 6.5k

“Hey…are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Eddie’s voice is soft in your ear and you have to slightly rouse yourself, nearly having fallen asleep as you and he wait for Chrissy to arrive.

The room is quiet except for the low sound of the album he put on the record player, vinyl crackling occasionally, and the faint humming of the fan overhead pushing cool air down on your half-dressed bodies.

He’s drawn the gauzy curtains closed so the fading sunlight can still filter through and casts across the bed in a hazy glow. You lay flat on your stomach, wearing a pair of sweatpants a size or so too big so they’re slung low on your hips, and only your bra so he can gently rake his nails over the expanse of your back.

“Yeah,” you whisper, still halfway half-asleep. “I’m nervous, but I’m excited.”

“Me too.” He smiles at you and leans over to place a gentle kiss on your shoulder. “I just don’t want you thinking this was like a plan or something. I thought for sure these days were behind us, I never imagined this would happen.”

“Old habits die hard,” you snicker.

He grins back, his smile deepening the dimples in his cheeks and making your own heart swell.

“And you know you can take it back any time, right? Neither of us is gonna be disappointed or mad or anything like that. We just want you to have a good time.”

His steady voice and the words he’s saying warm your chest and you nod, cheek rubbing against the pillow under your face.

“I know that,” you say. “I trust you both.”

You fall quiet for a moment, chewing thoughtfully on your lip, and open your eyes to look up at him.

“Hey, um…are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Of course,” Eddie smiles. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, maybe because I was a total jealous nightmare obsessing about you and Chrissy getting together and now…”

You fall silent, pushing down the crack in your voice you can feel coming. Eddie tips your head up to look at him and gives a reassuring smile.

“I just kind of feel like a hypocrite,” you admit to him, your voice small.

“Don’t,” Eddie tells you, still smiling. “I get why you were worried, especially when I wasn’t telling you everything. You think you don’t deserve good things, so you can’t help but think when you have something good that it’s going to be taken away.”

He leans down and presses a kiss to your temple. You sigh at the feeling of his lips on your skin, the way his stubble rubs your hairline and gives you shivers that run across your scalp. You could have never imagined how good it would feel being with someone who knows you like he does. Someone who knew your body inside out, but also your head. And your heart.

“I know Chrissy…and I know you,” he tells you. “Neither of you would hurt me. You’re the best thing in my life. Nothing and no one is going to change that.”

He leans in to kiss you again, too wrapped up in one another to notice the turn of a key in the front door or the soft creak of its hinges.

“It’s you and me, right?” he murmurs, keeping his lips close to yours.

You nod decisively and whisper back. “It’s you and me.”

“God, you guys are like…disgustingly cute.”

You and Eddie’s heads both lift at the sound of another voice in the room. Chrissy leans against the door frame, arms crossed in front of her chest with a doting smile on her face. She’s dressed much more casually than the last time you saw her, in a matching set of velour sweats like an updated version of those Juicy tracksuits that were all the rage in college.

The soft mocha color of them sets off the red in her hair making it look less blonde than it did at The Hideout. Her make-up is simple, what little she’s wearing at all. You can’t help but grin at the sight of her as you bite down on your bottom lip. Her eyes sparkle as they meet your gaze and her nose scrunches adorably as she smiles at you.

“That’s what you get for breaking and entering,” Eddie chortles. Chrissy just rolls her eyes.

“That’s what you get for never changing your hiding spot.”

She holds up her hand and twirls the spare key Eddie keeps underneath an ogre statue in the yard around her finger. The sun catches on the sparkles on her nails as she lays the key down on your dresser and moves inside the bedroom.

“Someone likes back scratches, huh?”

The mattress dips as Chrissy joins you and Eddie on the bed. She reaches out and traces your spine with her forefinger from the nape of your neck all the way down to the small of your back. It causes more shivers to ripple across your body and you emit a deeply contented sigh.

“Mmhmm, better than a massage,” you hum.

Chrissy’s eyes find Eddie’s over you. “Mind if I take over?” she asks.

He doesn’t answer audibly, but you assume he must have nodded or brandished his hand with a silent be my guest when you feel Chrissy shift and swing out her leg. You feel the gentle graze of her velour sweats as she lowers to straddle you, knees resting on either side of your hips.

Eddie brushes your cheek one last time with the backs of his fingers and carefully climbs off the bed. “I’m gonna grab us some waters,” he says. “Chris, you need anything else?”

Chrissy glances over her shoulder at him with a playful smile. “Got any candles you can light? A little ambiance never killed anybody.”

“No, but candles sure have,” he says back wryly. “I’ve got some, but it’ll take me a minute.”

“That’s okay,” Chrissy hums. “We’ll keep ourselves busy.”

You listen as Eddie’s footsteps recede down the hall and you have to try and contain not only your excitement, but also the nerves that are starting to bubble up in your chest. As though she senses it, Chrissy devotes herself to keeping you relaxed. She gently strokes your back with a sensual skim of her fingertips up and down your spine, light as a tickle but smoother.

“I’m gonna unhook this, okay?”

Her hands rest on the clasp of your bra, but she waits to separate it until you give an affirming nod. The relief of it releasing is instantaneous, the band and straps falling away. Chrissy begins to scratch methodically, first with all ten fingers moving as one in a long, slow crawl down your back, and then splitting off in different swirling patterns. She knows all the places that need to be paid special attention, like right above your rib cage where the band dug into your skin all day. Her nails aren’t long, just a short almond shape, but they’re enough to offer a deeper scrape and more relief than Eddie’s blunt fingertips.

Leaning forward so her body presses against your back, she lets her lips hover over your ear.

“If you ever want to stop, you tell me, okay? If you aren’t enjoying yourself, I’m not either.”

“You got that from Eddie,” you say, recalling the first time you’d come over to his place. The first time you’d laid in this bed that would eventually become your own.

Heart in your throat, you’d warned him you weren’t ready to go too far. After all, you were still living in New York at the time and staring down the barrel of your return flight home set for the day after your sister’s wedding in a little over a month. The last thing you needed was to get too attached to someone who lived hundreds of miles away—least of all the sweet, handsome, oddly disarming guy you just met at a strip club. And you knew if you gave in to what your body was screaming for, it would only lead to heartbreak. There was no way it wouldn’t.

Eddie responded perfectly. More than perfectly. He said he didn’t care what you did or how far you went. He only cared about spending as much time with you as he could; and that he would go at whatever pace made you comfortable. If you aren’t enjoying yourself, I’m not either.

Which of course only made you want to do it more.

Chrissy laughs breathily, the sound a sweet and fluffy thing like a wisp of cotton candy.

“Eddie got that from me, babydoll.”

She pushes up on her knees so you have room to roll over onto your back. As you do, your arms come up instinctively to cover your breasts, suddenly feeling ashamed of the way they probably look from this angle, flat and flopping around unlike her tiny, perky ones.

“Don’t hide from me, beautiful,” she tuts, wrapping her hands around your own and bringing them to the zipper of her sweater.

Your fingers fumble around the metal pull and Chrissy helps you drag it down, revealing her skin is bare underneath. She has a faint smattering of freckles across her chest and you stroke your fingers softly along her collar bone and over her breasts as her sweater slides off her arms.

The light pressure of her body settles back down on your hips and she leans forward again, letting her warm chest press against your own. Her long lashes flutter and the gold ‘86 charm hanging on the chain around her neck swings steadily like a pendulum and bumps your chin.

“Can I kiss you?” she asks. Wordlessly, you nod.

Her lips are familiar, in a way. Plush and full, not unlike Eddie’s. They move against yours with purpose—not aggressive, but insistent. Like she’s trying to show you how much she wants this too. Gradually, you open up to her, giving her tongue access to probe your own and sighing softly when it does. The light clicks of your lips meeting again and again fill the room under the gentle strums of the acoustic guitar on the album playing.

You’re so lost in her, you don’t catch the sound of Eddie’s bare feet padding softly on the carpet as he returns. A soft creak makes your eyes fly open and you turn your head to the side.

“Don’t mind me,” Eddie chuckles, leaning against the low bookshelf your record player sits on.

Beside it, he’s arranged some white pillar candles of varied sizes and states of dripped wax. There’s a soft hiss and a faint smell of smoke as he strikes a match to light them. The flickering flames make his shadow dance on the wall and once he’s done, his attention turns back to you.

His eyes are luminous as he watches you and Chrissy together, the deep brown of them warm and bubbling with excitement seeing the way your lips move so sultry and sensuous with hers.

“She’s a good kisser, huh?” he asks his friend.

“So good,” Chrissy murmurs, pressing her mouth back to yours. She swallows your soft hums and breathy moans of pleasure. Your hands come up to cup her face, thumbs brushing over her cheeks and fingers slipping into her fine, soft hair.

She nips gently at your bottom lip, a little hint at wanting something more, and you remember that little request she made on the phone. You slide one hand into her hair until the heel of your palm meets the base of her skull and firmly squeeze the hairs closest to her scalp.

You don’t yank her head back, just grip her tightly enough to tip it back and get at the column of her neck. You suckle at the skin there, soothing the red mark you make with your tongue after. Her throat vibrates with a moan and you hear the soft plop of Eddie’s own sweats falling to the floor.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groans as he palms the front of his boxers.

“Taker her pants off for me, Ed,” Chrissy instructs, tipping her head back down for another kiss.

Eddie nods and kneels dutifully at the foot of the bed. His fingers curl around the waistband of your sweats and he starts to tug them down over your hips and off your legs. He tosses them into the growing heap of clothes by the bed along with his pants and Chrissy’s sweater.

“I think she likes kissing you, Chris,” he says, his fingers toying with your dripping entrance.

“The feeling’s mutual.” Chrissy smiles, shooting you a wink as she slips off you to stand.

She removes her track pants, leaving her in nothing but a dainty thong, and your eyes go wide trying to take all of her in. A smile plays across her pillowy lips as she climbs back onto the bed and drapes herself against your side. You’re now laid bare before them, gazing down at Eddie between the valley of your breasts as he lowers himself to kiss at the apex of your thighs. His breath is warm as he exhales and brings his fingers to your core.

He slides in one with ease and follows it with a second, relishing the hitch of your breath it causes as he begins to massage your warm, wet walls. There’s more warm breath on your ear as Chrissy leans in close to whisper to you.

“How’s he feel, angel?”

She smoothes her hand over your forehead and brushes a few pieces of hair from your face, letting her fingertips trail over your cheeks.

“He’s…he’s really good,” you pant, struggling to draw breath. Your body is already on fire after just a minute of having Eddie’s fingers, reactive to every touch of Chrissy’s soft hands.

“I’m not surprised,” she giggles, letting her fingers skim your navel. “He learned from the best.”

“Oh, please,” Eddie snorts from between your legs. “I’m completely self-taught.”

“Excuse me?!” Chrissy squeaks in mock outrage. “I’m like your Mr. Miyagi of pussy.”

You start to giggle until Eddie curls his fingers particularly deep and the sound crumbles into a low moan. The two of them continue their light squabbling while you drift away, being blissfully rocked by the pace and rhythm of Eddie’s capable fingers inside of you.

“Not a chance,” he tells her. “If anything, you learned everything you know from me.”

“You have some natural talent, I’ll give you that,” Chrissy concedes. “But there’s always room for improvement.”

With that, Chrissy places a hand on Eddie’s shoulder in a signal to swap places with her. He withdraws his fingers from you, his eyes locking with yours as he brings them to his lips and sucks them into his mouth. Just the sight makes you flutter and ache with need.

Chrissy lifts herself up until she’s suspended over you, caging you between her limbs. Her eyes glimmer as she dips down and little tendrils of hair caress your cheek as she kisses you sweetly.

“I taught him everything he knows,” she whispers. “But not everything I know…”

Her soft lips skim the line of your jaw, traveling down to your neck and then your breasts. She laves her tongue over your nipple in a dazzling array of circles and flicks, gently rolling one between her fingertips as she suckles the other.

As she moves further down your body, Eddie smoothly moves up to lay beside you.

“Hi,” he whispers, smiling down at you, dimples deepening in his cheeks. “You okay?”

“Yes,” you breathe, the sound hitching in your throat as Chrissy’s warm breath fans across your mound. You meet her sparkling eyes once more as she glances up for one last check-in. Without a word spoken, you can see what she’s asking and you nod eagerly.

Her mouth is a mystifying combination of familiar and fresh. You recognize a couple of Eddie’s moves one or both of them must have learned from watching the other, but there’s still a clear distinction between the two. Where Eddie is precise and exacting in his movements—creative, yet deliberate as he’s working towards a goal—Chrissy has more finesse and flair.

It’s whimsical and variable, changing up and keeping you constantly attuned to her. It’s kaleidoscopic, in a way, shapes and colors twisting in seemingly random order to create a stunning, beautiful pattern.

While Eddie’s fingers have the benefit of sheer length and girth, Chrissy’s can maneuver more efficiently. They actually dance inside of you, like they’re trying to waltz with your g-spot. It’s not even a matter of better or worse. With a gun to your head, you couldn’t decide which was more enjoyable. Luckily, you don’t have to.

You feel the weight of Eddie’s broad palm as he strokes the top of your head, and dreamily turn your head to look at him.

“How is she, beautiful?” he asks.

“She’s really good…holy shit…”

You hook a finger in his ball chain necklace to tug him down, but find it slack as he’s already on his way to kiss you. His mouth meets yours eagerly, relishing the feeling of the moans and whimpers that fall from your lips as Chrissy plays expertly with your clit.

“This is so great,” Eddie breathes as you pull apart. “I can hardly see you when I’m eating you out and now I’ve got a front row seat. God, you’re fucking gorgeous…”

He swoops in to plant his lips against yours again and it steals all the breath in your lungs. You reach out and fumble like mad to find Chrissy’s hand where she’s holding your thighs apart, weaving your fingers with hers and squeezing to tell her you’ve not forgotten her.

She squeezes your hand back, but lifts her head when your hips start to squirm.

“I think she needs to be fucked soon or we might kill her, Eds,” Chrissy says teasingly.

“That true, baby?” Eddie husks, his voice low in your ear. “You ready for my cock?”

“Yes, yes—please,” you gasp desperately.

Chrissy’s slides up and her warm body lays against you, sandwiching you nicely between them as she pecks your lips softly.

“How do you want him to take you, angel?”

“From behind,” you say, daringly looking up at her.“So I can eat you out while he fucks me.”

The words feel clumsy coming out of your mouth, but still you commit to the statement as best you can and it must be enough for them to buy it. Chrissy’s large eyes widen even further as she exchanges a glance with Eddie, who looks at her like he might blow his load on the spot if you say something, anything, like that again.

“I think we created a monster,” she chuckles.

Needing no more prompting, Chrissy begins to arrange herself on the bed with a pillow under her hips and lays down another for your chest.

“Oh, I’m not complaining,” Eddie says, stroking himself as he watches you get into position.

You roll over on the bed to lay between Chrissy’s spread legs. You let your head drop low to ghost your mouth over her baby blue g-string, noting it’s the same pale shade as her eyeshadow you complimented that night you met at the bar. You lift up your hips, dripping slit on full display as Eddie kneels behind you. He draws a shuddering breath and a loud CRACK fills the room as he smacks his hand down on your ass. Your whole body jerks and you wail pleasurably.

Chrissy props herself up on her elbows and takes your chin between her fingers.

“Someone likes that, huh?” she says. “You like it when Daddy spanks you?”

You nod earnestly, eyes big and round, getting more excited by the second. Chrissy’s eyes flicker over your head to meet Eddie’s as a playful smirk spreads across her lips.

“Maybe keep that in check while she’s neck deep in my pussy?” she suggests

“Will do, Cap’n.”

Eddie gives Chrissy a little salute as you glance back over your shoulder at him. He shoots you a secretive wink, both of you knowing he had no intention of administering another even before Chrissy said something. Any more than one and the pain becomes too much of a distraction.

His ass, on the other hand…

You gasp suddenly, bunching the blanket in your fists as Eddie teases your entrance with the head of his cock. He smears your own juices between your legs, mixing them with the precum leaking from his tip. Rather than sinking inside, he slides it forward and the ridges of his tip and shaft catch on your clit and make you keen forward.

“Should I take these off?” Chrissy asks, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her thong.

“No, I…I wanna,” you say softly.

Your head dips again and you begin a soft trail of kisses following the dip of her hips until you reach the curve of her waist. You place your mouth over the pale blue string, taking the thin elastic band between your teeth to pull it down. Behind you, Eddie actually whines at the sight and he leans sideways to watch as you drag the tiny piece of fabric down over Chrissy’s hip bone.

With all the grace of a ballerina, she brings her legs together and sticks them up in the air so you can lift her panties off completely. Once they’ve been tossed away, she lets her legs fall open on either side of you and you can’t help but stare. A bare shave, skin smooth and soft as a peach. Pink tissue glistening with her own arousal.

You tilt your head as you regard it, eyes dancing, a little surprised. “Huh,” you say. “It’s so…pretty.”

“Thank you,” Chrissy says with a tittering laugh. “And it tastes as good as it looks.”

You meet her gaze over her mound and the two of you share a devilish smile.

“Start slow, baby,” Eddie coos, his hands running up your sides. “The way I do with you, you know? Touch her thighs…rub around the outside…tease her…get her all needy…”

“Leave her alone, Ed,” Chrissy tuts. “Let her play with her new toy how she wants.”

The two of them exchange a smile and you feel the familiar weight of your boyfriend’s palm smoothing up your spine, the heel of his hand pressing gently down and helping to coax you forward. Your heart pounds in your chest as you descend, tongue slipping out to wet your lips before placing a kiss on the inside of Chrissy’s milky thigh.

“Mmm, hang on a second,” Eddie says, suddenly backing off the mattress. He walks around to the head of the bed so he’s standing over you as you look up at him plaintively.

“Are you not gonna…”

You glance behind you at the space he just occupied, pussy clenching around nothing as if in mourning. Eddie smiles and leans in close, his hand reaching out to cradle your jaw. You shiver at the roughness of his calloused thumb against your cheek and stare into his eyes.

“I will, baby, I promise,” he says. “You just…god, you look so hot right now I have to watch.”

You swallow hard, torn between the thrill his words send through you and the nerves now creeping up your shoulders and making them tense. Giving head was one of the things you actually felt pretty confident about. Guys were quick to tell you how good you were—Eddie in particular, even before he had discovered your affinity for praise. Of course, you could never shake the suspicion they only told you it was really good so you would do it more often.

Still, you’d certainly done it enough and you had it on pretty good authority your skills were above average. And you’d sort of been hoping maybe you could coast on that and Chrissy might help you with the finer points. But the thought of Eddie watching you do it? Being on display like that…not only having to be good, but also make it look like it was good?

What if you were bad at it? What if Chrissy hated it and didn’t have the heart to tell you after all this build up? You imagined her lovely face grimacing as you remained oblivious between her thighs. That would be a disaster in and of itself, but the thought of Eddie bearing witness to your spectacular failure?

At least if he was fucking you, he’d have something to keep him occupied.

“Hey,” Chrissy whispers, placing her hand on your other cheek so they’re each cupping a side of your face. “Come out of your head, angel.”

“Sorry,” you say meekly. “I’m…I’m trying to stay confident, it’s just hard.”

“Baby, why? You’re doing so good,” Eddie hums. “And you’re so sexy, can you really blame me for wanting to watch this?”

Your lip quivers as you avoid his gaze. “I just…it feels like I’m on display…”

“We’re not here to judge,” Chrissy says with a kind smile. “We know this is new for you, you’re not gonna get a scorecard at the end.”

“Just pretend I’m not here,” Eddie chuckles. “Chris already is.”

Chrissy swats his shoulder and it makes all three of you laugh gently. You look back and forth between them, warm brown eyes and sparkling blue-green ones. Both pairs shining and eager, focused solely on you, looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen.

Making it easy to believe you are.

You carefully lean forward and peck Chrissy on the lips, then turn your head to kiss Eddie’s as well. And back to Chrissy, for longer this time, cupping her jaw before returning to Eddie again. Anywhere you look, there’s a pair of lips to kiss and you greedily drink your fill of both.

“Let’s slow down a little,” Eddie murmurs, words making his lips vibrate against yours. “You two kiss for a bit and I’ll just watch for now. Okay?”

His eyes find yours and he lifts his brow with the question. You nod, almost imperceptibly, and he drops his hand to wrap his fingers around your wrist. Three squeezes. I. Love. You.

Chrissy grins. “Don’t have to tell me twice,” she says, hand slipping around the back of your neck and pulling you into her mouth.

Eddie backs away and settles into the chaise by the window, spreading his legs wide to stroke himself as he watches you and Chrissy’s bodies begin to move together. You remember how mystified he’d been by you putting a chair there— “Just seems silly to have extra furniture. If we’re in the bedroom, we’re only gonna be on the bed,” he’d chuckled.

He’s eating those words now, you’re sure of it.

You lay your body against Chrissy’s, letting one of your legs slot between hers, relishing in the velvety feel of her freshly shaved skin. Her mouth is open and inviting, tongue running across the seam of your lips to politely request access, which you grant her happily.

The kissing is deep and slow, like you and Eddie used to do when you first started dating and you realized making out with him was better than all of your past sexual experiences combined. You brushed your fingertips over the swell of her breasts, so dainty and perky, playing with her nipples until they stiffen at your touch.

She gasps as you move your lips down her cheek and sprinkle a line of kisses along her jaw until you reach her neck. You kiss and lick and suckle at the sensitive skin until Chrissy trembles in your arms. She turns her head to the side, mouth falling open in a gasp as you run the tip of your tongue across the shell of her ear.

“Get on top of me?” she asks in a breathy whisper. “I wanna feel you.”

You move quickly to straddle her hips as she’d done to you, placing your hands on her waist both to steady yourself and to hold her down as you begin a slow, deep grind down.

“Fuck, baby,” Eddie groans from his seat. “You’re so goddamn hot, I can’t stand it.”

Chrissy smiles up at you and nods in agreement. She flattens her hands against your stomach and moves them up to palm your chest. At her touch, that burning pleasure reignites. You sneak a glance at Eddie and your whole body tingles at the sight of him. He looks almost primal. Eyes hooded with lust, gripping himself so tightly it must blur that border between pleasure and pain. His stroke is long and slow, tortuously so, to stave off his release as best he can.

The feeling of having his eyes on you, the ravenous way they rake over your form, causes your confidence to surge. You lean forward, boldly pressing your mouth to Chrissy’s before beginning a trail of kisses down her body, mouthing at the hollows of her neck, nipping at her pronounced collar bones until you reach her breast and suck her pert nipple into your mouth.

“Such a little tease,” she hums excitedly, pursing her lips in a pillowy pout.

You chuckle around her nipple and release it with a lewd pop before continuing your trail down her body. Sternum to stomach, navel to mound, and at long last to your final destination.

You try to remember the things Eddie and Chrissy did that feel best for you, but eventually you give up on thinking at all. You let instinct take over, exploring her folds, listening to what makes her breathing get heavy, what makes her chest heave, what makes her thighs twitch and her toes curl over. You lose yourself in her taste and her musky scent, new but familiar.

“Oh, fuck you, Munson, I can’t believe you get this tongue all the time,” Chrissy whines, her voice wavering as you delve deeper into her center.

You swirl your tongue around the edges of her entrance, spreading her lips apart, licking at them like honeysuckle petals. You’re so wrapped up in her you don’t even realize Eddie has left the chaise until you feel the sudden delicious stretch of him pushing inside of you at last.

Gasps and whimpers fall from your lips right into Chrissy’s folds as he fucks into you. He starts with a steady roll of his hips, but you thrust back against him, chasing more force. He increases his pace, the slapping of his thighs against the backs of your own filling the room, as your lips surround Chrissy’s clit and you suck it like a piece of candy.

“Oh, yes, keep doing that,” Chrissy cries out, her voice jumping an octave in a pleasurable scream. “Just like that, just like that—”

Behind you, Eddie moans and you can feel his reaction as he pulses inside of you. “Jesus Christ, fuck—baby, you’re drenching me,” he exalts.

It doesn’t surprise you in the slightest. You’ve never felt as attractive as you do right now; never as wanted and desired.

The sounds of both of them fill your head, a symphony of pleasure and praise. You squeeze and clench around Eddie’s cock, milking him for all he’s worth. He feels you getting close and his hand comes around to find your clit and rub the flats of his fingers over it.

The coil in your belly grows impossibly tight with every pass over the bundle of nerves. He pushes further into you, his cock reaching impossibly deep until he hits that sacred spot within you that has you seeing bright white as you moan into Chrissy. Your orgasm rips through your body, walls gripping Eddie like a vice as his warm release paints your insides.

The sound of him coming is loud and guttural, his hips stuttering and thrusts growing erratic as he loses all control. Still, you do everything you can to maintain your pace on Chrissy. Her hips are squirming, her back arching as she grinds her hips against your lips and tongue.

“I’m so close,” she pants, breathless as her chest heaves. “Y-you’re gonna make me come, you’re making me feel so good—ahh!”

You plant a hand on her lower belly mostly for purchase as you add your fingers and crook them up in search of that spongy wall inside of her, but the pressure causes something else entirely.

A spray of liquid hits your neck and chest, dribbling down your breasts. Chrissy’s voice goes higher as she rides out her orgasm, her thighs twitching against your ears. Behind you, Eddie’s eyes go round with shock as though he thinks he must be dreaming.

“Was that…did you…did she…”

Answering him seems unnecessary when the evidence is all over your face. Chrissy’s chest and stomach heave as she draws one shuddering breath after another, her high moan dissipating as the waves of her pleasure finally ebbed.

“Ffff-uck, angel, that was amazing.”

“Really?” you ask, looking up at her hopefully.

“Absolutely,” Chrissy hums, content and sated as she lets her head loll back on the pillow.

You look back at Eddie, your eyes big and hopeful. “How are you? You good?”

He bends at the waist and leaves a line of kisses down your spine, the soft ends of his long hair tickling your tingling skin as he does.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea,” he says, the noise throaty and strained from his efforts. “What about you? Are you okay?”

“Incredible,” you sigh, laying down next to Chrissy and letting your head rest on her shoulder.

She curls her slender arms around you and her fingers start to stroke the hair at the crown of your head. Eddie heads for the bathroom and returns with two washcloths. One, he hands off to Chrissy and the other he dips between your legs to collect his spend as it’s trickling from your entrance. Once she’s cleaned herself up, Chrissy has you sit up with her and she reaches for one of the waters sitting on the bedside table.

“Good girl,” she sighs as she brings the glass to your lips, her cheeks still flushed and skin all glowy and radiant from her orgasm.

You can’t imagine ever looking as good as she does after you come.

She kisses you after you sip, licking the chilled water from your lips before taking a drink of her own. You fall back onto the bed together and Eddie curls up beside you, their arms layering over one another’s as they hold you between them. You roll over after a minute, burying your face in the crook of his neck, Chrissy now curling around you as your big spoon.

“You hungry?” you murmur against his chest.

“Fucking starved,” Eddie groans, making Chrissy chuckle.

She unwraps her arms from around you and stands to pull her clothes back on, glancing down fondly at the rumpled mess the three of you have made of the bed. As she zips her sweater, she pauses, looking for the first time a little unsure of herself.

“So, um…I guess I should go?” Her eyes dart back and forth between you and Eddie and you pull yourself off him to sit up.

“Do you have to?”

You look up at her plaintively and then back at Eddie, not quite sure what you’re even asking. All you know is you hate the thought of…kicking her out. Making her feel used. Letting her go back to Robin and Nancy’s without anyone to take care of her. God, do you wanna take care of her.

“You should stay, Chris,” Eddie tells her warmly. “Dinner should be done soon and we can watch a movie. Have a cuddle pile on the couch.”

“You sure? We’ve, uh…we’ve never done that before,” she says with a giggle.

It makes you laugh, too. The thought of them balking at something as innocent as cuddling when they’ve watched the other one fuck on multiple occasions. Eddie just shrugs and a smile plays across his lips as he leans in to brush the tip of his nose against yours.

“First time for everything,” he chuckles.

After you eat, you all settle in together on the big sectional sofa. Eddie sits up against the arm and you lay between his legs with your back against his chest and Chrissy draped across your front. It’s a delightfully crushing feeling, having both of them surround you. Eddie’s firm, solid body cradling yours while Chrissy rests her head on your chest and lightly strokes your legs.

You find out they both like to talk during movies and chuckle at the little quips they trade back and forth while you get to sit quietly, happily listening to them. Dinner sits warm in your belly and the heat of both their bodies around you is like the best electric blanket ever.

About halfway through the movie, you start to crave something sweet. And just as you lift your head to ask if he wants dessert, you see Eddie’s phone is out and he is already DoorDashing ice cream for all three of you.

Pistachio, strawberry and butter pecan.

The sleep you eventually fall into isn’t deep. You let your eyes flutter closed, and your breathing grows even and rhythmic, but you’re conscious enough to feel it when Eddie lifts you off the couch. He carries you down the hall to the bedroom and Chrissy follows, helping him tuck you under the duvet in the center of the bed.

“I’ll call her tomorrow,” she says, her voice hushed in the dark room.

“You can just stay the night if you want,” Eddie whispers to her. “She’ll be bummed if she wakes up and you’re not here”

You have to resist the urge to chuckle at all the domesticity you’re overhearing.

“I’m so happy for you, Ed,” Chrissy hums. “You guys are great together. Really solid.”

Eddie just smiles in response and holds a finger to his lips, shooting you a cautious glance to make sure you’re still asleep. He leads Chrissy to the closet and you hear the soft creak of the door opening as he ushers her inside. There’s a light rustling as he searches for something in the pocket of one of his blazers—the only hiding place he felt certain you wouldn’t find.

“Ohhh,” Chrissy mewls at whatever he shows her. “It’s perfect.”

“Thanks for the idea about getting her size. I thought she might have noticed the ring was missing, but she never said anything.”

“I’m so glad that’s the one you went with, it really suits her. When are you gonna ask?”

“I talked to Robin and Nance about having a dinner thing when they get back. Their patio is so nice with the lights and the pool and the fire pit and everything. And Jon will be there — I asked him about taking pictures. Will you still be in town? I think she’d like you to be there.”

“Of course,” Chrissy says. “Maybe we can go get our nails done that day.”

“That’s perfect.” Eddie exhales, breath coming out slightly shaky as he sucks in another. “And she…she’ll say ‘yes,’ right?”

“Oh, Ed…”

Chrissy lets out a soft sigh and you’d bet anything she’s rubbing his arm.

“Definitely,” she tells him. “There’s no doubt in my mind.”

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thesturniolos · 11 months ago

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tiny red dress pt 1

m.sturniolo x reader

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warnings: nsfw/, alcohol, swearing, arguing, angst

this is for my fave @sturniolosstar 🤗🤗, merry christmas hun <3

summary: reader goes to a party in an outfit matt doesn’t approve of and things escalate prettyyyyy quickly..

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i can feel his gaze from half way across the room piercing through my burning hot skin, he’s been like it all night ever since he started an argument about my dress choice.

it’s a dark red dress with a lace detailing around the neck and at the rim, clearly too ‘revealing’ as matt begged for me to wear something else.

the dress fit perfectly against the curves of my body and i had the perfect pair of heels to go with it, it would make no sense for me to go and find another outfit.

it’s the famous christmas party of boston and it’s something everyone looks forward to, especially me. which is why i bought my outfit months prior, i just kept it a little secret from my boyfriend and for good reason as his reaction was very much not surprising.

when i walked out from our shared bathroom, he eyed me up and down before shaking his head and scoffing. was it not pretty? i’ve worn things like this before and he barely even cared.

“seriously, matt?” i walk over to him, adjusting the straps of the dress and reaching my hand out to touch his.

before i can get to him, he walks out of our room and down the stairs, slamming the door of our house.

getting that mad over a dress? come on.

driving to our friends house, he didn’t speak one word to me and when i tried to apologise he turned on the aux to blur my voice.

storming into the house party, i quickly found my way to the middle of the dance floor and soon forgot about our stupid argument once i got distracted with the boundless amounts of fun i was having with my friends.

dancing wasn’t really my thing but after a few drinks i was quite happily moving my hips to any song that came on the speaker, my friends jokingly pushing against me as we formed a small circle directly in the middle.

but peering from the kitchen island was matt and boy was he angry, his fist clenched against the cold marble, a red cup in the other pressed to his lip, staring directly at me.

as we make eye contact, a guy appears in front of me, blocking my view of matt.

he had blonde hair, slightly long and fluffy towards the front of his head, green eyes and was wearing a tracksuit, holding a drink in his hand.

he looks down to my legs and smirks, “hey pretty”

i turn around to face my friends but they’re nowhere in sight, “i have a boyfriend”

he looks around. “i can’t see him.”

“and?”

“well, you’re all alone and i can’t help but notice how good that dress looks on you.”

“i don’t know if you’ve noticed but every other girl in this place is wearing a dress nearly identical to mine and to be honest, you’re the only one sticking out here with your tracksuit. it’s not exactly party attire.”

“glad to know i stuck out to you.”

“that’s not what i mea-“

“nice to meet you, matt sturniolo.” suddenly, matt appears from behind him and holds out a hand to shake. “i don’t believe we’ve met.”

“i think you’re right, bud. can i help you?”

“yeah, back away from my girl.” he moves in front of him and pushes me back from him slightly.

i bump into my friend and she pulls a look upon seeing the heated situation.

“well if she was your girl, then what’s she doing talking to me?” matts jaw tenses and he looks behind him to face me and i shake my head. “a skimpy red dress and dancing like that, she’s kinda asking for it”

and with those words, matts fist collided with his face and he falls back, holding his nose and looking down to see blood dripping onto the floor.

“next time i see you, make sure you stay away from me and her and if we do cross, make sure you shut your fucking mouth.” matt pushes past the crowd, leaving me in the middle surrounded by my friends and the guy staring at me angrily.

before he can say something to me, i try and follow matt to where i can only assume he’s walking back to the car.

“matt! just wait!” i yell, desperately trying to get through the vast amounts of drunken people blocking my every move.

by the time i’m out of the house, he’s already slamming his door shut and i run to my side to open it.

his head is rested in his hand and his arm is perched onto the door, his knee is bouncing and the silence in the car is so loud that i can hear the cogs in my brain whirring.

“matt, i swear i wasn’t talking to him-“

“but you were.” he snaps back, still not looking at me. “i was watching you talk to him, do not try and bullshit me.”

“he came up to me, it’s not like i went up to him.”

“that’s not even the point. you knew he wanted you, why did you carry on talking to him? do you get some kind of thrill from knowing he liked you?” he’s staring at me now and he’s angry. his brows are furrowed and he’s thrown his hands in the air.

“what the hell? why would i- what’s wrong with you? why would you even think that, matt!”

“because you turn up to that stupid party in the shortest little dress that is literally guaranteed to make any guy look. i told you. i told you that i didn’t like it and you still went and wore it.”

“because you can’t control what i wear, matt. that’s my decision.”

“you promised that shit wouldn’t happen and hell, it did.” i’m angry now, how is it my fault boys can’t keep shit to themselves?

“don’t try and blame this on me, matthew. i didn’t ask for him to look at me or talk to me, i was dancing with my friends, enjoying myself. is it such a crime to wear a dress? a literal dress.”

he sits in silence and his hands are on the wheel in front of him, knuckles white from the pressure.

“you’re mine, do you know that?” his voice is gravely and hoarse, he doesn’t look at me but it’s the most assertive he’s ever sounded.

“what?”

“you belong to me. nobody can look at what’s mine.” his eyes are dark and his grip on the car loosens and he reaches over to grab my jaw.

“you understand that?” his hold on my face and the intense eye contact between the two of us creates a pool in between my legs as i squeeze my thighs together to relieve some of the tension.

i nod and he shakes his head before looking towards the road in front of him again. we were nearly home, thank god. i needed him and i could tell he needed me, this was about to be so good.

“i need words, not those pathetic responses- use your mouth, i know it’s capable.” i stare stunned, he’s not usually like this. in fact, this new attitude he’s suddenly picked up is working miracles on my heart as it beats in my chest a hundred to the dozen and the heat from my face travels down my body.

“i understand.”

a silence settles within the car and i shuffle around, quickly getting agitated from the throbbing feeling as my thighs fail to make me feel any better.

“keep moving those legs you slut, it’s the last time you’ll be able to for a while.”

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myslutwritings · 1 year ago

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Hii! Can you do (headcanons) Muzan and upper moons with a reader who never dresses up fancy. Like they’re always in tracksuits or something (I relate to this too much lol.) Maybe when reader is ‘forced’ to dress up by them (she isn’t happy about it lol), they’re surprised by how beautiful she looks!

yup! thank you for the request :)

➤ Uppermoons with a S/O who never dresses up.

➤ headcanons

Uppermoons x GN!reader (Modern AU’ish?? + not proof read)

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including: Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Sekido, Aizetsu, Karaku and Urogi.

warnings: none.

Muzan Kibutsuji

Let’s be real, he isn’t too happy.

Doesn’t feel satisfied enough.

Muzan enjoys the feeling of satisfaction, he is a fancy demon and enjoys elegant and expensive things. Whether it be outfits, artwork, furniture, etc.

So when his own S/O dresses up so sloppily he becomes immensely dissatisfied.

NEEDS you to look wise and elegant for him.

Don’t get me wrong, he loves you n all but he just finds your style so distasteful in his eyes.

Constantly nags you to dress up more sumptuously.

When you admit you don’t prefer dressing up all luxurious this only increases his annoyance level.

Definitely the type to force you to dress up fancy if the two of you are going out on a date. No way you’re going to wear something so sloppy to a restaurant!

Isn’t too surprised by how beautiful you look when you’re all dolled up. He already knows his S/O is drop dead gorgeous.

Muzan won’t care as much if you wear such unpleasant outfits at home but it’s different when the two of you are going out in the public.

Sometimes he feels bad for pushing you to dress up all the time. He knows you detest it. So he apologizes afterwards (If you’re lucky)

Kokushibo

I honestly don’t think Koku here would care all that much.

Just do whatever makes you comfortable!

All though, he isn’t all that used to it.

Not in a bad way, obviously. Kokushibo has just never seen anyone dress the way you do.

Isn’t embarrassed of you at all! Just wants you to be yourself.

However, he would want you to dress up if the two of you are going out. That’s all he asks of you.

If you defy him, he’ll eventually just give up.

“Alright, if you insist…”

Isn’t mad at you at all! He just isn’t too fond of not being listened to.

Kokushibo sometimes buys you expensive outfits.

Would appreciate if you wore them more often. You literally never even touch them.

He remembers that you dressed up for him ONCE prior to y’all’s date night and absolutely adored the way you looked!

Even smiles a bit when he sees you dressed up all elegantly.

Desires for you to dress up like that more often but also understands you’re highly against it.

That’s okay! As long as you remain loyal to him he doesn’t care that much.

Douma

Like Kokushibo, Douma doesn’t care too much.

BUTTT on the other hand he would really need you to at least dress up properly if you’re going out on a date?

Of course he doesn’t judge your choice in style but he wants everyone to see how beautiful you are! You’re like his precious gem and he must show you off to this world!

So yeah, maybe wear something nice if you’re going out with him.

If not this little bitch pouts and whines until you feel obligated to submit to his childish demands.

Douma buys steals you very VERY expressive gifts!

All of them being very fancy outfits and jewelry which does not sit right with your gut.

Now, he usually isn’t too forceful but he’s forcing you to dress up if you show yourselves in public.

Then again, he isn’t embarrassed of you or anything he just gets off by seeing you in the outfits he totally purchases for you!

Cue heart eyes whenever you walk out in that one veryyy (yet revealing) expensive dress he “bought” for you.

“Oh my! Why don’t you look ravishing tonight?”

You make it clear how much you utterly HATE this.

He doesn’t notice the problem, Douma even has the audacity to tell you to just suck it up and be positive.

When y’all’s date night finally ended you firmly tell him you’re never going out with him again.

He cries.

Akaza

Best supportive boyfriend everrr

Akaza listens to you and understands why you hate dressing up.

Honestly, he isn’t too stylish himself so he gets it!

Isn’t embarrassed by you in the slightest! He tells you that you can wear whatever makes you feel comfortable and that you look beautiful no matter what:)

The both of you have ‘stay at home’ dates (if that’s even a thing)

Akaza isn’t too fond of going out in public either so this works perfectly for you both!

However, there was a time where the two of you actually did go out.

Despite your burning hatred for dressing up appealingly you wanted to do it for Akaza because he was being so supportive.

When Akaza lays his eyes on you he’s shocked. by not one but two things.

First, why the hell are you dressing up like that? He’s beyond confused because he knew you were clearly against it.

And secondly.. you look so damn ATTRACTIVE? like Akaza is AWESTRUCK.

Admits that you look absolutely marvelous in your outfit but reminds you that you can be yourself around him.

You just admit that you WANTED to do this for him because of how much of an amazing boyfriend he is to you!

This warms his heart 😭

Anyway, the date you two went on was perfect.

Hantengu Clones

sekido

Sekido is confusing

He’s in between caring and not giving a flying fuck.

There are times where he doesn’t care how you dress yourself but then there are times where he makes it a ginormous deal and becomes pissed off by your appearance?

Sekido= Bipolar behavior.

You never know what’s going to set this man off

Honestly you find his childish outbursts amusing.

He does NOT find this amusing.

Will nag you to dress up more ‘pretty’ for him

But then there are days where he doesn’t give a shit at all.

If you go on a date (Which is rare because he hates being around other people) this man will NAG you until you change into a stylish pair of clothes.

On any other day he doesn’t care and ignores it and is just his usual self.

Let’s all admit, he is sorta toxic.

Still loves you though and won’t ever call you names for how you dress despite how severe his anger issues can be!

Karaku

Similar to Douma he doesn’t really give a damn unless you guys are going out.

But unlike the others he won’t pressure you into wearing something cute.

He may try to convince you though to coax you into it but it never works

“Aww! come on, sweetheart! Wear somethin’ nice won’t ya?”

A little bummed out it doesn’t ever work but he won’t force you.

Besides he gets over it because at the end of the day it doesn’t matter.

He notices how relieved you look when he doesn’t force you into it.

If it gives you pleasure to wear whatever the fuck you want then that’s certainly okay by him! They don’t call him the pleasure demon for nothing.

Karaku thinks you look amazing no matter what! Even in outfits that other people refer to as “sloppy” or “unappealing”

Aizetsu

Oh, he doesn’t mind at all!

As long as you’re happy.. it would be a pity if told you to change into something else to satisfy his needs!

Doesn’t want to be mean so he lets you do whatever

Even if he did happen to want you to wear more stylish outfits he’d be much too shy to tell you himself.

But you’re in luck because this aizetsu doesn’t mind!

He finds the way you dress cute!

You look so comfortable and happy. Aizetsu is not fond of seeing you unhappy:(

So another type he doesn’t force you to wear something you’re uncomfortable in!

All though, one of his fantasies is seeing you all dressed up just to see what you would look like. But he can only dream.

But if Aizetsu ever does witness you in a more fancy outfit this baby will be SOOO flustered😭

He’ll look the other way out in embarrassment.

But he feels semi-bad because he’s hoping you don’t have to change yourself for his sake?

Reassures you that you don’t have to look/dress a certain way for him.

Urogi

Similar to Aizetsu, he doesn’t mind! All Urogi wants is for his S/O to feel content and happy and comfortable around him!

Yes, it would be absolutely divine to witness your beautiful in a different and more graceful outfit but he doesn’t care all that much! Gets over it in a matter of time.

Thinks you rock ANY outfit. A literal simp, he thinks you look hot in ANYTHING.

Honestly he likes how you dress. You’re different, you know? But not in a bad way of course!

This mf is shirtless half the time so he won’t judge you.

Urogi wants you to do anything that brings your heart pure joy! He feels joy around you no matter what!

Doesn’t even care about the way you dress. Just cares about you and only you.

“Haha! Sweet [name]! You look absolutely stunning in anything you wear! Your very presence brings me nothing but joy!!”

Bros got W charisma.

If there is a time where you do indeed dress up differently (To see his reaction) Urogi is astonished by how good you look!!

His opinion doesn’t change though. He doesn’t prefer you in those clothes he just prefers you as yourself. Then again, you rock ANY outfit.

Finished another request! I hope y’all enjoy<3 my deepest apologies if some of them are shorter than others.

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ornii · 8 months ago

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You’re Overthinking, Kate

Clint Needs to get Kate a good teacher, Luckily he knows a guy.. You.

Christmas was rousing around, closing in more and more during the winter. While this was a time of celebration for many, for two in particular they weren’t so lucky. Kate Bishop has put herself in a pickle and Clint, being her hero and a stand up guy, threw his arrow into the quiver to help her. The Tracksuit Mafia wasn’t one to let vendetta’s go, and unfortunately, Kate made the list. With her life on the line, Clint made a decision to help her by making a bold decision.

Standing in an Elevator the two silently stood there as it ascended.

“So… this guy..” Kate started, slowly trailing on not really able to form a coherent idea.

“Is he an Avenger?” She said with a gleam to potentially meet another, Clint coldly shook his head. “No, Shield Agent.”

“That’s.. cool too.” She said, a bit disappointed but still somewhat excited. The elevator halts with a swoosh and the door opens after a song ding. They step out to a wood tile floor and exquisite hallways. Clint heads left as Kate looks around at everything. “This is, awesome! They even have those little dove soaps!”

“Hey, focus, please?” Clint says, getting her attention. “Your life literally depends on it..” he mutters. They head to the hall and specifically to door number 195. Clint calmly knocks on the door.

“So, what’s the agent like? Is she like a Spy or a Double agent?”

“No, well something like that..”

“Something?”

“Former Shield Agent, now hired Mercenary.”

“You took me to a hired assassin?!” Kate yells and Clint glares at her to lower her voice. “Mercenary, it’s different.. plus he’s like you.”

“An archer?”

“Annoying.”

The door casually opens to a man in his twenties, dressed in causal wear. His eyes undress Kate up and down and he smiles.

“What can I… do for you?” He asks, his eyes look over and sees Clint, his demeanor changes and he sighs. “Oh, hey Clint.”

“(Y/n), we need your help.”

“Therapists are on the 14th Floor.” (Y/n) replies and prepares to close the door, Clint puts his foot in to keep it from closing.

“I’m serious..”

“So am I.. I doubt Shield wants you talking to me, plus I don’t want to put the girl in any trouble. So will you please take your foot and—“

“We need the Taskmaster.” Clint huffs, (Y/n) halted in his steps and slowly opens the door. He didn’t say much to Clint and simply let them in. Clint follows him and he motions for Kate to follow. They enter a modest studio apartment. One part seemed normal, bedding, Kitchen, small living room, the other half had what seemed to be a training ground, flat surfaces, mats, weights, weapons, all wood. (Y/n) stopped in the middle of the training Ground and turned around to face them.

“So, what do you want?” He said pretty bluntly.

“Tracksuit Mafia. What do you know?” Clint asks first.

“Them? Small town Gang running in New York, went big after the snap. last time I checked Ronin put the sword to them. Why ask?” (Y/n) said.

“They’re the issue.”

“Ah, okay.. but what does she have to do with this?” (Y/n) asked, his eyes turned to Kate, she didn’t really know what to say, until she just blurts something out.

“Is that a Keurig?” She points to his kitchen. Specifically at his Keurig coffee maker. Pristine condition, a Keurig K elite Maker.

“Uh, yeah? has Hazenut, Dark roast, French Vanil—“ (Y/n) trails off and stops talking. “Are you about to ask for some? Absolutely not I’ve known you for 2 minutes.” He said, and Kate puts on a puppy dog eyes bit. “Please?” She asks, Clint watches (Y/n)’s face contort, he was always known to be a stone cold merc. But now his face looks. Conflicted.

Kate sits sipping her coffee, relishing the rich flavor. (Y/n) was staring at her, arms folded.

“Okay so let me get this straight, you’re the one who broke Stane tower shooting an arrow at it?” (Y/n) reiterated the information he’s been told, “Which is why my credit cards are Maxed out.” Kate adds in.

“I didn’t ask— whatever. Point is the Track suits think you’re ronin. Why? You don’t look that threatening.” (Y/n) was confident in his analysis. Kate her coffee down, “I can show you.” She replies, (Y/n) eyes Clint, who waved them off as if to say “Go for it.”

The trio stand on the roof of the Apartment and (Y/n), Kate and Clint were standing in the pure snow, five targets stood across them and he motioned Kate to go first.

“Watch and be amazed.” Kate let five arrows loose and hit bullseyes on each one, Clint gives (Y/n) a look, and he nods in approval. Kate turns to (Y/n).

“Pretty good, not gonna lie. My turn i suppose.” He says and she hands him the arrow and he takes a deep breath.

“So, when did you learn how to shoot?” She asks.

“Just now.” He responds, Kate was obviously confused by the reply. “What did you just—“ (Y/n) with Zero hesitation let loose 5 arrows as well, each one splitting hers as they also hit perfectly dead on. Kate was obviously confused by this.

“How did you just—“

“Photographic Reflexes.” Clint says, “Kid can duplicate any physical move he sees moments later, even copy fighting styles. Basically.” Clint says and (Y/n) finishes for him

“Anything you can do, I can do better~” he says in a sing song voice, mockingly.

“Your archery skills are impressive, I might keep them.” He said. “You’ve got potential though.” He adds in, turning to Clint.

“So, this is why you came to me, to train her.”

“You’re someone I trust…” Clint admits, and (Y/n) turns to Kate.

“Alright, one last test, hand to hand combat.”

Back in the Apartment, Clint stood in the middle of them as (Y/n) didn’t seem particularly worried about fighting her, Kate on the other hand was pretty worried that she’ll get her butt kicked, and she was pretty right.

“Alright.” Clint steps back and (Y/n) looked so aloof and relaxed. Kate moves in with a few martial arts, swift jabs and strong kicks, (Y/n) was playing mostly Defence, dodging or blocking her hits. Simply gathering information until his body calculates hers. He gets all the information he needs, he counters by slamming his foot down, ducking a punch and using her momentum to toss her across the room as she goes sliding across the room, getting up frustrated she moves back in, (Y/n) this time implements the Black Widow style, acrobatic dodges and well placed strikes to the body to weaken her. And with another judo throw she winds up on the ground.

“Fighting someone who keeps changing seems impossible, I know. But you’ll be fine”

(Y/n) says, but Kate was dead silent.

“Uh, you okay?” He asks, she nods.

“You sure? You look, pale.”

“Nah. I’m good.” She replies, he helps her up as Kate tries to play off how much pain she’s in.

“I just need to sit down for a sec that’s all.” Kate tries to walk to the couch like she’s fine but the small limp says a lot. (Y/n) turned to Clint.

“She’s definitely better than most… a little green but who isn’t at her age.”

“You’re only three years older.” Clint flatly points out.

“Hey.. I’m trying to look cool here.” (Y/n) says. “I’ll teach her what I know, after that we’re square, okay?”

“Promise.”

Day 2

Kate this time came on her Own, no Clint around, this time the two can spar without any trouble. (Y/n) kept his eyes locked on her, he didn’t have much trouble doing that. Kate went in with a flurry of stuff kicks, a few land on the body but (Y/n) blocks most and retaliates with a heavy strike to the body, the impact almost sent her flying back. (Y/n) was moreso the aggressor this time, trying to go for an overhead strike, Kate rolls out of the way and back up, each deflecting an attack.

“I know it’s hard! Trying to fight someone who knows your every move!” (Y/n) says mid battle, trying to help her. “Try something else, you gotta have something else.” He said, with a palm strike Kate was stunned, (Y/n) prepares for another judo throw, but as he tosses her, she locks her leg with his, halting his throw, she breaks her arm free and wraps around his waist for a stunningly beautiful German Suplex. (Y/n) hit the ground hard, Kate sits up breathing hard, but proud of her win.

“Did you see that? I—“ Kate turned to (Y/n) who slowly stood up, wobbly.

“Shit are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay?” She grabs his wrist. Keeping him from wobbling, (Y/n) looks at her, his daze and confused expression slowly faded as he looked at the worry in her eyes. Kate sighs with relief.

“I’m good, that just caught me off guard, you’re getting better Bishop.” He said, she smiles, proud of herself. It was silence in the room, until Kate realized they’re holding hands, she pulls them back embarrassed.

“I am so sorry!”

“Nah it’s cool, it’s cool.” (Y/n) says, “So.. uh, good workout.. maybe you wanna.. go get a smoothie?” (Y/n) asked, Kate tilts her head a bit.

“Like.. a date smoothie?” Kate ask, almost sounding hopeful.

“N-no like a, post-workout-after-getting-a-German-suplex smoothie.”

“They make those?” She asks.

“They would if I asked, I mean I’m paying for it, you got your cards taken.”

“You don’t have to keep reminding me.”

“Yeah but, I like to.” He replies. And this got an honest laugh out of Kate, seeing her smile did something to (Y/n). He couldn’t put his finger on it but.. he wanted to see it so much more.

(Hey, so like.. I’ve never watched a single episode of Hawkeye, I just did this from general information and memory so i apologize for the lack of consistency to the MCU but let’s say the Black Widow Taskmaster was Task Manager. Besides that I hope I did justice and more Nat and Wanda coming. I promise I’m working on shit.)

#male reader #kate bishop x reader #reader x marvel #marvel #kate bishop x male reader #kate bishop #Ornii #kate x Male reader

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kaiserposting · 1 year ago

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Tendou Satori — Faux Pas

PAIRING: Tendou Satori/Reader, Goshiki Tsutomu/Reader (one-sided) WORD COUNT: 3.6k TYPE: Pining, Exes To Lovers (speculatively), uhhhh idfk. Not angst or fluff but a secret third thing WARNING(S): Everyone involved is an idiot

During your first meeting, you look mildly inconvenienced if not annoyed while you shake a flier in front of his face like an angel wearing a tracksuit, ready to take him inside the figurative embrace of volleyball. Which is why he’s here, standing in the hallway and trying to find applications for the club he’s interested in.

It’s love at first sight… Or maybe his hormones are speaking. The latter is more probable.

You tap your lip in superficial thought and observe him from head to toe, then shrug. He sees all this through a shitty pink filter with hearts floating around your head. You tell him, “You seem tall enough for the old man’s standards.”

Goshiki stares back at you strangely before he plucks the sheet from your hold and promises with dramatic flair, “I’m going to prove myself when we see each other at practice! You won’t regret giving me this sheet.”

“Sure, you do that,” you say, put off by his enthusiasm.

He clenches his fist and fires up for reasons you cannot comprehend, considering you’re just an ordinary person. The determined look on his face has the potential to be endearing, but he’s holding up the line while maintaining his gaze on the ceiling, reminiscing about the last volleyball award he won in junior high.

“There are people behind you.” You frown when you say this, then gesture vaguely. “If you could…”

“Oh! Uh, yes, of course. Sorry.” Goshiki scurries away quickly after giving you an awkward bow. You wonder what his deal is, but it doesn’t stay on your mind for long.

___

Goshiki’s seatmate, Hattori, is curious about everything mundane. It isn’t that unexpected of him to ask, “And what about the manager?”

“What- uh, what manager?” he shoots back before he fiddles with the corner of his notebook to seem occupied with something, though the ruse isn’t convincing. Goshiki has been in the volleyball club for two weeks, so it’s obvious he’d know who the manager is.

“The one you were ogling,” says Hattori with a mischievous smile, “when we were getting those applications.”

Hattori did not make it in after they first applied. Now he settles for scoping for secondhand information.

“I wasn’t ogling! That’s disrespectful!” With this defensive assertion, Goshiki crosses his arms and pouts in defiance. Then he looks to the side and his face turns pensive, much to Hattori’s confusion. He looks like a kicked puppy, and has basically turned into a deflated balloon. “Manager-san is always sad.”

“Sad, how?”

“I don’t know, like… sad!” says Goshiki again — with great dismay — like it clarifies anything, but it doesn’t. He thinks about your distant eyes and bored expression, about your surly demeanor, though, and they’re all sad.

___

When Goshiki gets his straight spike right for the first time during morning practice, he turns towards you and salutes like a soldier. You stare at him, unblinking, until he asks in a loud voice, “How was it?”

“Nice,” you say blandly, giving him a thumbs-up. Goshiki fires up at the sound of that, his face doing that weird thing where you can imagine him going up in flames again, though you don’t consider your opinion particularly important. At least not enough to incite such a reaction.

“I won’t let you or the team down! That’s what being an ace is all about.”

“Ok.”

“Aha? What’s this?” This question doesn’t come from either of your mouths.

He sees you roll your eyes when you realize that Tendou has decided to invite himself to your conversation. Though he’s still new to the team and not quite used to everyone else, Goshiki doesn’t think he’d be wrong to say Tendou is the most eccentric. The only thing you can do is observe him while he approaches in an awkward lumber, like he’s trying to make you both uncomfortable on purpose.

Once he’s close enough, Tendou pats you on the shoulder. You glare at him, body tensing with pre-emptive annoyance, since you already know he’s going to do something to piss you off. Goshiki will probably be an unfortunate casualty. He strokes his chin and looks off to the side, simulating thought, but you’re sure he already came up with something to say before he walked all the way over here. “That caaaaaaan’t be right. I’m sure you can come up with something more expressive. Y’know, unleash your creative potential.”

“What?” you ask.

“What?” Goshiki asks.

“To encourage our cute little underclassman, of course!” He bends back and lets his arms dangle down to the floor like he’s performing a really shitty experimental dance. You watch in mild fascination.

“I’m not little,” Goshiki defends with as much dignity as he can muster when uttering such a sentence, then glances at you and tries to gauge if you think he’s little or not. It doesn’t seem productive to his appeal here since trying to hit on someone two grades above him is already ambitious enough. Unfortunately, your poker face is impossible to interpret.

Tendou continues on with whatever the point of his charade is as if Goshiki didn’t interrupt. “After all,” he points his two accusatory index fingers at Goshiki, who steps back either because he’s confused or because he’s intimidated, “the kid is to-tal-ly desperate for you…r approval!”

Goshiki’s cheeks redden in embarrassment and he waves his hands, trying to deny it in vain.

“Satori,” you scold, and it takes you a second to realize your mistake, and then you fumble to correct yourself, “I mean, uh, TENDOU,” adding extra disapproval in your pronunciation of his last name, brows bunching together, an angry line appearing on your forehead. The whole thing ends up sounding ridiculous.

In one stiff movement, Tendou stands up, assuming a normal pose. Then he throws an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close. “The future rests in your hands,” he declares, gesturing in the air like he’s making a grand statement.

You shrug him off and your conversation derails into pointless bickering. Frazzled, Goshiki stays rooted to the spot, the awful blush never settling down. Was Tendou mocking him, or was it supposed to be good-natured ribbing? Why did he even involve him when it’s clear he just wanted to talk to you?

It registers in Goshiki’s head, right then, that even though he’s the topic of conversation, this has nothing to do with him at all.

___

Semi is whining about something in the locker rooms where most of the team is preparing to get dressed and head back to the dorms for today. Shirabu has his earphones in, but Goshiki recently found out he only pretends to listen to music before leaving since he doesn’t want to seem ‘too interested’ in whatever the others are doing. This revelation had been accidental, and the explanation was even more confusing.

“I can’t stand practice lately,” he says in frustration, stuffing his jersey in his bag like it has offended him.

“Is it because-”

Before Ushijima can bring up how Semi is a Bench Boy now without realizing he’s being a jerk, he interrupts him to explain, “It’s like a sausage party.” Ushijima opens his mouth to ask what the hell that means, so Semi spares him the effort and elaborates, “All that damn showing off.”

Goshiki fiddles with his shoelaces and tries to disappear. Great, now a third-year hates him. It must’ve somehow slipped his mind that Goshiki is quite literally still here, but maybe Semi just doesn’t care.

“It is inconvenient when Tendou gets worked up and starts making mistakes, but his skills are still beneficial to the team when he is doing good,” Ushijima says, monotone as always, and this appears to be his attempt at placating Semi.

“Yeah, but you know it’s his fault and all, and then he cried about it, and now he’s doing whatever the hell this is.”

Ushijima shrugs to communicate his indifference while Semi mumbles something under his breath about how unfair it is that everyone but him is immune to ‘the bullshit.’ Confused, Goshiki throws them both a glance and frowns. He was sure Semi was talking about how hard he was trying to impress you, but now they’ve brought up Tendou all of a sudden. He can’t even begin to comprehend what events they’re referencing.

___

Today, when Goshiki struts up to you, he seems more energetic than usual. You kind of can’t stand him in the mornings because he’s way too awake and energetic and in an overall good mood. His high spirits are almost blinding.

“Good morning,” you greet, flipping through your clipboard.

He clears his throat and straightens his posture. The ‘online resource’ (a shitty site) he used last night told him a good way of getting close to a crush is making them laugh. Then, as if reciting something he memorized, Goshiki raises his finger and says, “Two cannibals are eating a clown.”

You stare at him, wondering where this is going.

“One says to the other, ‘Does this taste funny to you?’”

What you do next is worse than your initial lack of reaction. You give Goshiki an unconvincing smile. Like never before, he wants to run off and bury his head in some sand like an ostrich.

Tendou, apparently once again intrigued by an interaction between you two, decides to intervene by putting on his news reporter voice. With his bottle in hand acting as a microphone, he starts his fake broadcast. “Goshiki Tsutomu, that’s what he calls himself. Not us, we don’t call him that. I can’t say what we call him on national television. I caaaaaaan’t, folks! Aaaanyway, Goshiki Tsutomu, he claims to be a comedian.”

“I don’t,” Goshiki argues while you hit yourself on the forehead.

“He does, folks,” Tendou says. “He claims he’s a stand-up comedian-”

“When did it change into ‘stand-up comedian’?” you ask, tapping your foot against the floor like you can’t wait for this exchange to end. And to be fair, that’s probably true and justified.

“-but he can’t even get the laugh track to work. Sad!”

Goshiki asks too earnestly, “Wait, are there laugh tracks during stand-up shows?”

Tendou shoves his water bottle in your face to signify it’s your turn to talk. “What does the incompetent paid audience that can’t even fake-laugh have to say?”

You scowl at him and refuse to say a single word.

Tendou turns his attention back to Goshiki. “Bangs this cool are illegal, sir.”

“You think so?”

With a sigh, perhaps defeated because Goshiki seems too flattered by the compliment (which means you’ve lost now that he’s on Team Tendou), you walk away. Getting verbally abused by Coach Washijo isn’t as unpleasant as this. Tendou watches you go, eyes wide and mouth slightly open as usual, and then he tilts his head and squints.

Confused, Goshiki follows Tendou’s line of sight and when he looks at you again, he’s shocked to see that you’re stifling a laugh by pressing your hand against your mouth. The sight catches him off-guard, his cheeks flushing again as they usually do when you’re involved.

Tendou puts his hands on his hips and leans in to whisper conspiratorially, “What do you think prickly ol’ Manager-chan is laughing about?”

Goshiki frowns and offers a weak jerk of his shoulder in response. He has no idea, really. Maybe it’s a little silly that he tried to tell you a joke when he doesn’t know what your sense of humor is like.

___

The strong pitter patter of rain hitting every surface of this godforsaken school resounds in Goshiki’s ears even while he’s panicking in his desperate search for his umbrella. It’s pouring. The walk to the dorms isn’t long, sure, but he would get drenched if he walked out without any cover in this weather.

You pass by the umbrella stands to get yours on the way out and notice Goshiki simply on account of his frantic movements. Once you’re within earshot, you ask, “Did you forget it?”

Jumpy in your presence, he startles like you’ve caught him doing something wrong. “Um, I think so,” he squeaks out.

Your paths don’t cross often during school. This is maybe his first time seeing you in the school uniform properly. Once again you’re like a godsent angel — the coincidental timing does not elude him. But instead of offering club positions, you’ve now arrived to absolve him of his sins (forgetting to carry his umbrella to school despite watching the weather forecast). “You can take mine if you want.”

“Really?!” Oh, so kind!!! A tear almost slips out of gratitude. Goshiki’s delusions of divine goodwill shatter upon contemplating the situation for around a second, however. He pouts in genuine distress. “What about you? You can’t just walk out in the rain.”

You forcefully pass the umbrella onto him anyway, and he gets a romantic glint in his eyes as he perks up and imagines walking together with you. It’d be cinematic, he thinks.

Before his mouth can comply with his brain and stutter out the offer, you pull out another umbrella.

“Don’t steal that!” Goshiki shrieks with his jaw hanging open, and he waves his hands around as if to convince you, though he doesn’t make any move to wrestle it out of your hold either.

“It’s ok,” you say. “It’s Tendou’s.”

… So mean.

___

Usually when Tendou screams ‘I’ve made a mistake!’ it’s because of a wrong guess, not anything this blatant and uncoordinated. Divided in two groups, they’re near the end of the last practice match for this afternoon when he somehow ends up falling face-first into the net. Semi cusses him out under his breath and prepares to maim him with the ball whenever he grabs a hold of it while Goshiki pulls off the most incredulous expression he can muster.

The unfortunate thing is that coach Washijo looks like he’s nearing a medical emergency. During the lecture Tendou only rubs his neck sheepishly, and then his lips twist down when Washijo orders him to run twenty laps around the school. The evil geezer’s attention shifts towards you next. “And you. Make sure he doesn’t leave until he’s done, alright?”

Your eye twitches.

“Don’t make that face!”

For a second Goshiki wonders how Washijo-san could’ve possibly seen how constipated you look, but then he glances back to Tendou nearby and realizes he’s sticking his tongue out at you. You shake your head and shove your hands in your pockets before making your way to the exit with a barely-kept composure.

“Come on, out of here. I don’t even want to look at you right now,” says Washijo, ushering him with impatient hand gestures when Tendou continues to just… stand there.

He trails after you with something which suspiciously looks like a grin on his face. On your way out, you indignantly whisper, “You did that on purpose,” but Goshiki can’t hear the rest of it after you smack the gym door closed.

“Back to work,” Washijo barks out, clapping his hands. “We still have a few minutes left.”

Another first year ends up replacing Tendou on Goshiki’s team and they lose, which means tomorrow won’t be pleasant for the players involved. He cringes at the thought.

By the time he gets changed and heads out to return to his dorm, he wonders if Tendou is still running around and if you’re following him in circles — the mental image is the slightest bit amusing — but he doesn’t have to contemplate it for long because he spots you sitting down on the concrete in the yard while Tendou’s lying down like a starfish.

He tries to rest his foot on your shoulder, but you duck him. Goshiki lingers, trying to make sense of the scene. Tendou is saying something to you, but he can’t quite make out what it is. In response, you end up hatefully throwing the zip-up top of your tracksuit at him and stand up to return to the gym and put everything away.

In your hassle, you don’t spare Goshiki a glance when you pass him by until he tells you an over the top good night.

You raise an eyebrow, perhaps for his lack of volume control, before you return the sentiment in a much calmer manner, and he’s flustered in your presence once again. It’s a weird kind of embarrassment — Goshiki feels like an idiot, but it’s also pleasant, as if he’s deriving enjoyment from the anxiety your minimal interactions cause him, and he doesn’t really understand. On a clinical level it’s infatuation, but there’s something about these sensations that evades him.

You’re long gone by the time Tendou comes into view, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater. It’s an awkward fit on him, but he seems happy to be wearing it.

“What? No good night for me?” he asks with fake sadness.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Goshiki is good at bowing at the right angle and always does it with too much vigor. “Good night, Tendou-san.”

“Come on man, stop yelling. You gotta play it cool,” Tendou says in a sing-song voice before waving goodbye.

Goshiki can’t help thinking that Tendou of all people isn’t playing it cool at all.

___

The locker room has cleared out by the time Goshiki resolves to go back and help you to rectify last afternoon’s awkwardness. And all the awkwardness before that. You’ll graduate this year, he reasons, giving himself a pep talk on the way to the gym with occasional nods. Maybe you can be friends at least?

Lost in his inner monologue, he almost bangs his head against the gaping door. Light emits from inside, exposing parts of the hallway. For some reason he’s cautious when he steps around it. Must be some leftover nerves even though what he’s doing isn’t even incriminating.

Goshiki is hanging by the door still when he hears you say, “If you stayed behind just to argue with me, I swear-”

He tenses, blinking rapidly. Can you tell he’s there? Your voice is coming from the storage room, so he can’t see anything besides two vague, elongated shadows spanning across the floor.

“I’m not trying to argue with you! I’m just talking to you and you always turn it into this huge thing.” He recognizes everyone on the team by their voices now, and he hadn’t noticed Tendou left to come see you instead of joining the other third-years like he does every other night.

“Because you say dumbass shit that pisses me off.” Goshiki considers leaving. He doesn’t want to butt in on your conversation with Tendou — it already seems tense enough — and eavesdropping is impolite. “Also, you really need to leave that freshman alone.”

“Who? My favorite rapper Lil’ Bowlcut? He’s got a name, ya know? Go-shi-ki.”

Okay, he might have to stay around now. Just for a little, he justifies. To find out what this is about — a purely educational purpose.

“You’re even worse than me, always pretending to be oblivious and barely acknowledging him,” Tendou says after your lack of a verbal response. “Just put the kid out of his misery. It’s sad! Like when they show flashbacks to the swing from Naruto.” The last sentence sounds sarcastic as hell, but Goshiki disregards it, frowning.

“I don’t see how teasing him about it helps. You’re just fucking rude for no reason when you know better.”

“Manager-chan is still so self-righteous. Maybe we should cause a house fire and you can go in and save some children.”

“Tendou,” you warn.

“… I don’t like it when you call me that.”

“Ok.”

“You can’t call me mean and then break my heart like this!”

“Tendou,” you snap.

“Owwwwwww, it huuuuuuuuurts.”

“Stop with this. It doesn’t even make any sense.”

“Do you want me to grovel for forgiveness or something? Because I really hope you know I’m not above that. At. All.”

“You broke up with me.”

“Yeah, and you just agreed, and then you wanna be mad about what I said when you don’t even think we can make it through university-”

“I ‘just agreed.’ Wow. Tendou, you can’t break up with someone as a social experiment to test their faith in the relationship.”

“That’s not true! I wasn’t doing that,” he argues. “I was telling you how I felt, but you never wanna take any responsibility ever. You loooooved having an excuse to get in fights with those bullies, but when you’re the one doing something then-”

“I was, like, eleven, shut up, and I have all that bad shit on my record now. If you have such a low opinion of me, obviously I’m gonna think my stupid fucking relationship from middle school isn’t gonna last.”

“No, you were thinking that for a while,” he says.

“Because we’re graduating in a few months, yeah.”

“I don’t think badly of you, are you insane? Nothing like that happened!”

“When you say you think I look down on you, that’s pretty insulting to me.”

“Well, that’s because I thought you were better than me. It was just a stupid insecurity thing. I don’t even care about that stuff anymore,” he says.

“Then-”

“You’re like a magnet for underclassmen,” Tendou jokes as an attempt at levity. “Remember when that goober from Aoba Johsai tried to pull the ball trick on you?”

“Yeah,” you say, laughing a little.

“I miss you,” he admits.

“Ok.”

“Seriously?! Don’t be like that.”

You giggle again.

After some silence Goshiki sees the two shadows move, coming together in one. You’re hugging. Then there’s some more shifting and tilting. You’re kissing, like you’ve probably kissed before.

He tries to avoid making any noise when he leaves, disappointed with himself for staying around, curiosity having gotten the best of him. He definitely shouldn’t have heard any of this. And though Goshiki doesn’t think he has the right to be upset, he’s still lost, even stung, as his mind wanders off while he scurries to his room in a daze.

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I almost forgot to upload this here lol I dont know i arbitrarily dont post things on herer that I do on ao3. Te question is "does something deserve to be on the blog" . I also havent posted on here for a while so now im embarrassed to do it. Sorry for using my blog. I wont do it again. i also hate tagging things on here it seems sodesperate. Like on instagram. Guys look at me i wrote tendou satori x reader haikyuu x reader haikyuu imagines whatever whatever. Lol idek what Im talking about it's never that serious

#haikyuu x you #tendou satori x reader #tendou x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine

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allwaswell16 · 1 year ago

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All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in October 2023. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #55 | ko-fi | fic recs

—Louis/Harry—

🎃 your memory over me by @shimmeringevil

(E, 64k, exes) The worst heartbreak of Louis’ life walks right back into it when his parents invite their family friends on an all-expenses-paid trip for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Facing a past that he tried to bury long ago, Louis learns that some people have a way of sticking with you even when they’re gone

🎃 saw some things on the other side by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(M, 61k, murder mystery) Unfortunately, Louis’ plan doesn’t take into account the fact that instead of writing murder mysteries, he will find himself in one.

🎃 Fight For Us by @fallinglikethis

(E, 11k, a/b/o) one dark night, long after all of the other omegas in the pen have fallen asleep, biology comes calling for Louis.

🎃 Rainy Days and Leaves by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

(E, 9k, uni) Louis works at a coffee shop and spells Harry's name wrong on his cups.

🎃 could start a cult by @nouies

(E, 8k, FBI agents) Harry can’t get enough of Louis’ breast milk.

🎃 Peaky Blinders Louis (series) by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(E, 8k, historical) Three years ago, Louis ran with the Peaky Blinders. He thought he left that life behind, but his past might finally be catching up with him.

🎃 Let Me Taste Your Silhouette by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 4k, pwp) the one where Harry accidentally posts a picture to his main Instagram story instead of only to his close friends, and he just happens to be wearing a 28 Official Programme shirt. Louis happens to notice

🎃 Toil and Trouble by stretchmybones / @harryslonecurl

(E, 3k, sirens) Harry and Louis are sirens who suck the souls out of humans in order to make potions

🎃 David S Pumpkins by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(NR, 3k, supernatural elements) Louis has a Halloween party to go to, and the perfect outfit to wear. It's a little odd that people in weird clothes keep appearing and disappearing. Skeleton outfits? A three piece suit covered in pumpkins? Mysterious.

🎃 like a dream but i wasn't asleep by @alwaysxlarrie

(G, 2k, strangers to lovers) It's cold outside and Harry just wants to get into his hotel room and go to bed. It should be a simple task, but it’s made more challenging by his complicated relationship with gravity, a booking mixup, and a really hot guy.

🎃 Touch the Sky and Kiss the Sun by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 2k, soulmates) Louis Tomlinson knows without a shadow of a doubt that Harry Styles is his soulmate. Harry Styles, Louis is virtually certain, is completely unawares of this fact.

🎃 Don't Forge Me by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus

(G, 2k, established relationship) Harry knows he won’t see Louis again for a while, but when he reads the confusing note tucked amongst the melons and pineapple flowers, Harry wonders if he’ll ever see Louis again…

🎃 Trackies by Larry_you_know / @larryyouknow

(E, 2k, established relationship) Louis and Harry are having another anniversary. For Harry, Louis' hints to what he would like to be gifted are very confusing. OR The one where trackies*com isn't the place where you buy tracksuits.

🎃 Run To You by @neondiamond

(G, 2k, established relationship) Harry injures himself while out on a morning run. Louis comes to his rescue.

🎃 You of course, Always you. by bunnyhusbands / @louisgayvodka

(G, 1k, friends to lovers) “Tell me what?” “That I'm in love with you”

🎃 Dearest Gemma (I fell in love) by Thingssicant / @slowlyseducedbycurls

(G, 1k, epistolary) Harry writes letters to his sister while he impatiently waits for his lover to propose

—Rare Pairs—

🎃 Bloom by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 28k, Louis/Liam) In early 1970s Oxford, Detective Sergeant Louis Tomlinson has to deal with the dual pressures of a case that hits too close to home, and the arrival of new colleague Liam Payne.

🎃 Cold Spring by @nouies

(E, 8k, Louis/Pedro Pascal) Louis is a coffee shop owner and Pedro is his newest customer.

🎃 two languages, one love by @nouies

(NR, 3k, Louis/Cillian Murphy) The three times Louis speaks to Cillian in Spanish, and the one time he finally gets a response.

🎃 Amenable by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

(E, 3k, Zayn/Louis) Zayn guides Louis through a marathon day of fucking, exploring Louis' submissive side through a series of varied constraints.

#28th appreciation #1dficvillage #trackinghappily #ficsfor4am #trackinghome #1dsource #tracksintheam #hlcreators #ficrec

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hux-and-gay · 3 months ago

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posting my Kylux Sims outfits because I’m bored!

my mods wouldn’t work most of the time so everything is base game, except for one thing

please don’t judge my Sim making skills. I just got this app I like 2ish days ago. Very frustrated. It wouldn’t let me make Kylo’s hands bigger or his neck longer because now they look weird >:(

Anyway ignoring that

CASUAL CLOTHES

they’re emo guys! I make them both wear make up because yes. Also, Hux totally like acted like he was reluctantly letting Kylo paint his nails when in reality, he paints his nails in secret all the time.

FORMAL WEAR

I know crazy Hux isn’t wearing black, I’m sorry the black version of that top made him look like he was from Bridgerton! And Kylo’s hair is in a bun because yes! Also, I don’t know why Kylo has a Second ring that was not intended

ATHLETIC WEAR

Love how the way these photos are cropped makes Hux look taller. Ignore Kylo’s shoes they’re ugly. There were very limited options of shoes, and I don’t like repeating clothing. Anyway, Hux is wearing Kylo’s jacket hehe~

It’s a long story, I wanted to put Hux in a tracksuit, but the only one they had was for women so when I put it on him it gave him boobs and that looked weird, so I put him in a different jacket not the one he’s wearing and then it glitched, and it deleted it, and then I couldn’t find it again, so I gave him Kylo‘s and pretended it was intentional

PARTY OUTFIT (my personal favs)

They’re both giving Smexy vampire and I’m in love. I saw that hair for Kylo and had to use it for something, but you see this is where the short neck looks weird grrr

also look at the heels!

(when it’s revealed that Hux is wearing stockings under his outfits because I was too lazy to change them every time)

SLEEP WEAR

OK but like Hux had to have the robe, that was kind of mandatory. Anyway, I contemplated just doing boxers for Kylo, but it looked too similar to his swim wear and I don’t like when things look too similar so I picked this. Also, the bunny slippers are a reference to my grocery store meet cute one shot.

just FYI, there was a version of Hux in lingerie 😂

SWIM WEAR

Yes Hux is in a Bikini, enough said

He also had dog tags on in his sleep wear but they wouldn’t show. Also, now you can see how ugly and tiny Kylo’s hands are and why I was so mad they wouldn’t let me change it!

oh, and if you’re wondering why Hux has that little blotchy mark on his face it’s because I was using my psoriasis and eczema head canon so I picked the mark that looks closest to mine

HOT WEATHER

I did Hux’s beach outfit from my vacation crack fic 😂

also his nails are pink bc yes, and Kylo gets to put his hair up again. He’s probably still hot wearing fucking all black like that

COLD WEATHER

I don’t know why this particular screenshot of Kylo makes him look so squished, but it does . Also, the Hux reading glasses finally made an appearance! And I gave him earrings again, because why not?

BONUS

Kylo’s outfit from my Vacation Crack Fic 😂

This was the one peace of CC I used

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@dragonflies-draw-flame

#star wars #kylux #huxlo #general hux #armitage hux #kylo ren #ben solo #sims 4 #star wars sims #modern au

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dorizardthewizard · 6 months ago

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HSM (2006) rewatch pt 12

12. Romeo, romeo

WHAT THE HELL, IS THAT GABRIELLA’S HOUSE? IT’S ALSO HUGE! AND THEY’RE PROBABLY GONNA MOVE AGAIN SO WHY BOTHER BUYING ONE THAT BIG? Maybe the company provides housing, idk

Aw Troy practicing what he’s gonna say

Hahaha love Mama Montez, “OOOOOOH Troooy?” she’s heard a lot about him already huh? She can tell he’s a nice guy who genuinely wants to own up to his mistake, but she still covers for her daughter. But also this must be so weird from her perspective, it’s been like what, a few days since Gabriella started school? And she’s already got a boy standing on her doorstep apologising?

Also, Gabriella doesn’t have a dad. That never has any significance in the movies but I just remembered that

Troy not only rocking double denim, but choosing to wear a blue t-shirt too. I know people have probably told you blue complements your eyes Troy, but that’s a bit too much. Put some blue back.

Oh Gabriella’s all in blue too, ah those y2k tracksuits. I just realised they both wore blue a lot, except when Gabriella was mad at Troy and wore pink instead in the cafeteria scene.

I refuse to believe Gabriella’s house is this perfectly furnished when they moved in like, a few weeks ago tops?

Taylor may think her speech to Gabriella failed but it may have been the reason Gabriella actually picked up the phone this time so… win?

Troy: Maybe that's because I don't wanna only be the basketball guy any more Troy: They can't handle it. That's not my problem, it's theirs.

Troy: This is about how I feel, and I'm not letting the team down. They let me down.

SPEAK YOUR TRUTH. Also we don’t really see the aftermath of Troy finding out what his friends did, he says they let him down so he’s still angry at them despite them saying they’ll support him now. It feels like we’re missing a scene where they actually make up properly

Troy climbed onto her balcony but you could not tell by his voice at all, and did he do it one handed?

Haha so this is Zac’s actual singing voice

Wah her butterfly necklace! So cute

Troy maybe next time at least tell her to look down from the balcony or something if you want your Romeo moment? ‘Tis a bit creepy is all I’m saying

Huh they are kind of like Romeo and Juliet, you ever realise how crazy it is that Shakespeare's work is still influencing culture and romance stories centuries later?

#high school musical #hsm #high school musical (2006)#troy bolton #gabriella montez #hsm liveblog #dori watches hsm #my posts #oops been a while

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ecargmura · 1 year ago

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Hirogaru Sky! Precure Episode 42 Review - Naive Hero Girl

While Tsubasa is my favorite Hirogaru Sky character, I do admit that I really like Sora-focused episodes. There’s just something about them that screams depth. One of my favorite episodes happens to be Episode 23 where Sora faltered and reflected over her actions. This episode brings in a part of her character that you wouldn’t expect to be spotlighted.

Sora’s main flaw as a character was that she hated being seen as naive. She always found that as a weakness and strived to not be naive when becoming the hero she wants to be. However, when Skearhead told her his motive, that he’s doing this for someone he loves, she becomes hesitant. It’s not as bad as her self-doubt back in Episode 23, but it’s more mature this time around. Instead of being angry over her naive actions, she realizes that being naive is a part of her and she finally embraces that one flaw towards the end of the episode. I think this was rather amazing. Usually, anime characters would try not to acknowledge their one flaw, but I’m glad that Sora is able to come to terms with it. If being naive means thinking and worrying about her enemies, then she’d gladly be naive because that is a part of who she is.

I’m glad to see Captain Shalala again. I missed her so much. She came to Earth to pick up research notes that Tsubasa wrote in regards to Kira Kira energy. The fact that Tsubasa who’s only 12 years old is making leaps and bounds on advancing Sky Land civilization is an amazing feat in itself. While Shalala only appears in the first half of the episode, her presence was definitely welcomed as she was the catalyst that helped Sora realize the answer she’s been seeking. Also, I love the call back to Episode 2 where Sora was fascinated with everything inside the mall. Instead of Sora, Shalala is the one fascinated by everything in the mall as she pointed out everything that Sora did like the concept of a large building having small stores inside of it, escalators as moving stairs and robot assistants as talking dolls. Unlike Sora who was hyper, Shalala was calm. I did like how Shalala wore Ageha’s outfit when wandering around Sorashido City. They’re around the same height, so it makes sense that Ageha’s clothes would fit her; she’s rocking that outfit so hard that a crowd behind the Precures were blushing at the sight of her. I also like her fondness for tracksuits. I do admit that tracksuits are comfortable—I’m wearing sweatpants right now and they’re comfy as heck.

I think that the finale is coming near as Underg Empire lore is building up with the previous episode and now this episode. The fact that Tsubasa is researching Kira Kira energy is most likely foreshadowing the end game where it will be used against the final boss. Oh, speaking of which, I do like the explanation on why destroyed streets and buildings get restored after purification; it’s all because of the Kira Kira energy. I don’t know why it took them 42 episodes to finally clear up this detail. Anyways, now that Skearhead and Underg Empire lore is slowly getting into the spotlight, it makes me wonder when Empress Underg will make her move. I did like seeing Skearhead finally having some reactions now.

Overall, this was an excellent Sora-focused episode that focused on accepting her flaw. You don’t have to agree with me, but I like this episode. Now, I’m curious about next week’s episode as it focuses on Battamonda again. I’m definitely sure that the Underg Empire will be explored now. What are your thoughts on this episode?

#hirogaru sky precure #precure #sora harewataru #cure sky #tsubasa yuunagi #cure wing #captain shalala #skearhead #review #anime #anime review #arum journal #ecargmura

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breitzbachbea · 1 year ago

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SicIre Drabble Be Upon You

Harry could not help himself, he couldn’t keep quiet when he saw Michele in his trench coat, hat and gloves, a leather suitcase on top of it all. He simply could not help it.

“Welcome back, Mister Collins! Say, are those flowers to celebrate freedom or to sweeten further slavery?”

He ignored all looks he got by passerby, of all the kinds they were, and also endured Michele’s raised eyebrow and bewildered stare while he adjusted his glove.

“I’m not sure I catch your drift here – “ he began.

“Not that important.”

“I got the flowers because I thought they’d look nice in the living room. Or … the bedroom windowsill.” He cleared his throat and looked Harry in the eyes. “I thought they might sweeten my lovers day.”

“Sure Darling, they’re lovely,” Harry said with a smile but did not expect receiving them. Not in public – the statement was bold enough for Michele. “Do you want me to carry your bag?”

“Oh sure, if you don’t mind.”

Harry could not take his eyes from him, how beautiful and stately he looked, if out of time. A little bit like a lost time traveller; a gentiluomo that skipped a hundred years since he packed his best clothes to emigrate from Sicily. Got lost on his way to America, but he’d have no problem catching another ship headed for it from this forsaken island.

“What do you think about catching the tram to Stephen’s Green, having a stroll and some lunch at KC Peaches?” Harry said. “After we’ve gone home and put the flowers away, I mean.”

“Oh, sure, that sounds lovely.”

“And maybe I’ll change into something fancier …” The glee at their oddity, Michele’s dress shoes and trench coat next to his Dubs tracksuit and runners, was accompanied in equal measures by embarrassment.

Michele laughed. “Something fancier? For KC Peaches?”

“Well, I’ll wear a jumper or something at least that doesn’t make us look like … lawyer and defendant. Although, to be fair, you look like you knew Edward Carson.”

Michele thought for a moment. “The Unionist?”

“And the defence lawyer that got Oscar Wilde in hot water.”

“Ah, I see. That rings a bell.” Michele chuckled quietly. A beautiful, low chuckle …

Harry opened the backdoor of his car once they’ve reached it, placed the suitcase behind the front seat and then opened the car door for Michele. “If I may.”

“My, aren’t you the charmer today?” Michele asked with a smirk and got inside.

“My, am I not always the charmer?” Harry said and for once bit back another comment about the anachronism of his outfit.

“Amuri, before you go, will you be so kind to put that in the back as well?” Michele held out the flowers to him. “I don’t want to throw them.”

“Sure.” He took the flowers, closed the door and did as he was asked to. Once he’d gotten into the car, he noticed that Michele had unbuttoned his coat. He wore a full three piece underneath it.

“I’ll probably change once we’re home,” he said and Harry looked to him before he looked to the road again.

“No, Darling, you look lovely, why would you change?”

“It’s a bit overblown, isn’t it? I brought it along for our dinner tomorrow, not really for today.”

Harry couldn’t help but snort, which grew into a cackle. “You brought this for our dinner with Gavin and Hannah?”

“Yes. It’s a business dinner, Harry.”

“It’s Gavin. And the rest.”

“This is not about them, this is about me. I want to make a good impression.”

“Alright, fair enough.” He simply could not keep his gob shut. “Are the twins also gonna dress like the FBI got ‘em for tax evasion?”

Michele pressed his lips together, but couldn’t help it. He erupted into laughter. He reigned himself in while Harry still beamed, pleased and cocksure. “They will wear something elegant and confident, I’m sure of it.”

“You’re gonna look like the goddamn Treaty Negotiation for the Independence of Sicily,” Harry said and giggled. Michele chuckled along, until a cog seemed to turn.

“Oh, was that what you were referencing earlier?”

“Aye.”

“ … I’ll admit, the look is a little bit ‘On the run from Cesare Mori.’” Now it was Harry’s turn to rack his brain for information he once learnt from or due to Michele. “The weather’s getting colder up here, though, so I thought I’d layer up.”

“And the hat?”

Harry noticed that Michele looked at him before he returned to looking at his gloves. “Every respectable gentleman wears a hat, do you expect me to arrive in New York without one? I’m a criminal, not scum.”

Harry laughed and Michele laughed with him.

“Will you lend me a jumper for our walk? I’ve got a pair of jeans and I think I left the boots I bought two weeks ago here.”

“Aye, you did. And … sure, if you want.”

“Thank you, caru, you’re a treasure.”

Harry stole glances at Michele in between trying to not run over anyone crossing the street. “Shame though, you do look lovely.”

He looked lovely and irresistibly attractive when he said, with a knowing tone and expression: “You’ll get to look at me for the whole evening and then take all the layers off in a Belfast hotel room at your leisure tomorrow.”

Harry bit his lip as the images that filled his mind in anticipation wrestled with his attention for the street. Michele hummed a tune.

“The boys are very excited for the Titanic experience, by the way,” Michele said.

“Oh, are they? Hope they’ll like it.” Harry still was distracted. One look over to his lover and the car would run over the next unfortunate shopper to come out of the Centra, because he was too busy mentally playing with Michele’s tie while he sighed in his steady hold.

“Yes, me too.” A pause. “I, for one, can’t wait to go down that night.”

Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Harry had a death grip on the frog’s wheel by now. “Uh-huh!”

Michele had the audacity to chuckle. “Sorry, sorry, I’ll stop. I stole that joke, anyways, from the boys. Marco said he can’t wait to do like the Titanic and Lorenzo finished with going down.” Harry chuckled a little. “Is that reminder of your best friend’s sex life any remedy for your ache?”

“Oh, now that you say that, it is, it is.” Indeed, Charlie’s love life was a great distraction from his own. “Charlie’s line was, fuck me if I know how we got to that topic, that it’s a pity about that sectarian discrimination at Harland & Wulff, because, quote, this ex-cath knows how to rivet. Bit clunky, it is.”

“I suppose, yes. I’m sure Marco will be riveted, nonetheless.”

“All the best for him.” Michele chuckled.

They were almost home. “Say, Harry, how hungry are you?”

“Oh not much, why?”

“Do you think our walk could wait another few minutes?” Michele put his hand on Harry’s thigh, slow and calculated and the warm, gentle touch might as well have been a grip that clutched at his bone.

“You undress, I undress … we change into something more appropriate.” He caressed his thigh.

“I assume that pause was deliberate.” Michele hummed in agreement. A training bottom was absolute shite at hiding the effect Michele had on him.

“Sure, sure, absolutely class idea.” Harry parked the car in front of the house. He looked up at Michele, into his beautiful golden eyes that looked at him so softly. “The pause’s for finding a feckin vase for the bastardin bouquet isn’t it.”

Michele closed his beautiful eyes and screwed his face up in concentration with a smile to not erupt in laughter. Harry picked up his hand. “Lovely, beautiful, bastardin bouquet, I’ll gladly blow you for it, Darling.” He kissed his hand and a desperate laugh that sounded like one of the Seagulls on St. Stephen’s Green escaped Michele’s throat. Harry erupted into a cackling fit.

“And they say, romance is dead,” Michele finally said after a minute of desperate laughter.

“They say that in 1923? God, what hope’s there for any of us now?”

“Alright, Dean Rock, get out of the damn car before I’ll think twice about sucking you off.”

Harry laughed, pressed one more kiss to Michele’s hand while holding eyecontact and opened the door.

#if you catch all the references you will win something. what I am not sure. but something.#beablabbers #storie nostre #miche #harry #sicire #i am feeling lucky let's go with aph tags #hetalia oc #aph ireland #hws ireland #aph sicily #hws sicily #mainly bc someone who lurks in those tags may be able to spot all the historical references

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latenitewaffles · 1 year ago

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Katsuro costume dialogue since i was stuck at home all day :-/

Below the cut as always cause this is LONG

Summer Uniform

“Joker, I changed into my summer uniform. Polos are nice and all, but the white fabric gets stained too easily… Oh, sorry. I spilled a soda on myself last week and, well…”

Winter Uniform

“I changed into my winter uniform. Man, I’m glad Shujin’s dress code is lax about the jacket. That thing can get so stuffy, so I wear the track jacket instead. Huh? You wanna know about the tie? That’s from my old school, Kosei.”

Summer Clothes

“These are my summer clothes, Joker. A button up shirt and ripped jeans sure are breathable, right? I got a nice airflow going… heh, I sounded like my dad there.”

Winter Clothes

“I put on my winter outfit. This jacket used to belong to my pops. The red and black look cool, right? Plus, it looks like something a punk rock artist would wear!”

Tracksuit

“I’m wearing Shujin’s tracksuit. Hey, did you know I have two of the jackets? I bought a 2nd one so I could wear it with the winter uniform. Don’t wanna smell bad after gym, right?”

Swimwear

“... This is my swimsuit. I can’t say I’m comfortable fighting shadows in this… But, um… why do you have my swimsuit, Joker?”

Gekkoukan Uniform

“I put on Gekkoukan High’s uniform, Joker. Hey, this is the school my dads went to! But, what’s with this armband and the gun…?”

Yasogami Uniform

“This is Yasogami High School’s uniform. I know some people who went there… apparently the town is really foggy. Speaking of fog… I feel like I can see right through it with these glasses? Or, maybe not…”

St. Hermelin Uniform

“Joker, I’m wearing St. Hermelin’s uniform. I can’t say I’m exactly a fan of all of this green, but it is a relaxing color… I’m not sure why, but I just got chills looking at your mask, Joker…”

Seven Sisters Uniform

“I’m wearing the uniform of Sevens High. I’ve heard rumors about that school… What kind of rumors? Well, some good, some bad. I don’t think you’d believe any of them though.”

Kasugayama Uniform

“I put on… Kasugayama’s uniform. Hey, um… you’re not making fun of me, right? Sorry… that name kinda feels a bit… odd.”

Karukozaka Uniform

“Woah… this is Karukozaka High School’s uniform? The colors are nice… but the striped pants are a bit gaudy. Also, what’s the deal with these headphones and this… device?”

Butler Suit

“Um… a butler suit, Joker? It’s not really my style, but I guess I should act the part… Welcome home, master! Would you like a cup of coffee? Eheh… that was weird.”

Christmas Costume

“Merry Christmas, Joker! A reindeer costume, huh? Maybe I should change my codename in this outfit? Nah, that’d be confusing… but if you’re open to it, “Blitzen” sounds kinda cool…”

Shadow Ops Uniform

“I’ve put on the Shadow Ops uniform. This makes me look like a secret agent! Huh? The Shadow Ops are Persona-Users? Wait, so that means… No… they’re not cool enough to be Persona-Users.”

Samurai Uniform

“A… Samurai Uniform? This doesn’t look like any Samurai I’m familiar with… Is it from some game?”

Yumizuki Uniform

“Yumizuki Imperial High? I’ve never heard of it before. Well, its uniform is comfy, at least.”

Starlight Outfit

“This is my dancewear, Joker. It’s funny… I never actually wear suspenders with my uniform, but they look good here. And the Kosei tie around my neck brings the whole look together!”

Deep Blue Clothes

“These clothes are interesting, Joker… This is the uniform of a bellboy, right? Yet despite that, I feel… like I rule over power itself.”

Featherman Costume

“Phoenix Ranger Neo-Featherman! The name’s Feather Gold! By my sword, let it be known, evildoer… I will take you down! Hehe… Sorry for getting carried away there. I’ve always wanted to do that.”

New Cinema Outfit

“I put on the “Q” outfit, Joker. Hey, is this a mascot suit? The head’s really huge… It’s… not? I wasn’t gonna pry, but… where did you find this?”

#oc tag #katsuro sanada #the shadow ops dialogue is a reference to spy kids lol #also i skipped the catherine and demonica costumes because couldn't find a catherine character for katsuro and i don't use the demonica sui #adjustment au

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vro0m · 2 years ago

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vro0m’s rewatch - 164.2/310

2015 US GP

Part 2 of the US GP review : the podium and the postrace interviews.

On the podium, Lewis seems very happy. I don't know why but it's not sinking in for me? It seems like any other win lol. Lewis signs himself.

Then he touch Seb’s back as always, puts a hand on Nico's shoulder and says a few words to him. Nico is not even trying to not look utterly pissed. I can't blame him.

Seb doesn't even have time to set down his trophy before Lewis starts spraying him with champagne.

Paddy pours Nico's champagne down his race suit while Nico turns his back to the crowd and looks down.

It doesn't spoil Lewis' mood though. He's ecstatic now!

Sir Elton John is leading the interviews, weirdly. He's wearing a black and gold Adidas tracksuit which is. A choice. For a podium. Lewis says he can't believe he's here. "It's Elton John !"

He thanks the crowd for being here and standing in the rain, he hopes they put on a good show for them today. He can't find the right words to say how it feels. He couldn't have done it without this team that really took him on board. "I love you guys, thank you so much for everything you do for me." And to his family at home, they're watching. And teamLH, "Still I rise."

Nico is laconic. He's very disappointed, he doesn't know what happened. He thanks the crowd as well. He reiterates he’s disappointed. No word about Lewis, who's talking with Seb.

Seb started 14th and finished 3rd. He says being that fast gives him hope for what's to come. But it doesn't feel great when you cross the line and know you can't fight for the championship anymore. He congratulates Lewis who's done a superb job all year, congratulations to his team, but they're getting close and hopefully they can fight them next year.

"And Lewis, celebrations tonight?" Elton John says. "Are you throwing a party?" he answers. "I'm gonna party, I'm playing tonight later…" – "I'm gonna be there," Lewis says. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

The crowd chants his name until he lifts off his trophy to them. Lewis, Paddy and Elton take a photo together.

Niki says it's very good they have another 3 times world champion. "Can't complain!" He says it was the best race ever to watch. Ted says he must have thought at some point it wouldn't get done today or even maybe that they wouldn't win the race. He says he was most worried about Seb passing Nico and the whole thing being delayed. Everybody did a very good job, the whole team, which is the most important. What does he think of Lewis' achievement? Does he think he can get better from there? "No, he's only as good as I am, " he says, deadpan. Then he laughs. "I'm joking. Three world championships! He will get better and win more, I don't worry !"

Toto is very happy as well. They're blasting music in the garage. He says Lewis deserves the title for sure, he was brilliant in his driving, he also was lucky the car didn't let him down this season. Nico was a little bit less lucky. It was a bit of a difficult one today for Nico so they need to build him up again over the next couple of days but next year, new rules, and he'll give it another go. Simon is handed the trophy. He says he hasn't had a word with Nico yet. They need to keep the balance right within the team "so it's always between headteacher, psychologist, father, brother, team boss." Simon asks why they didn't pit Lewis during that second safety car. He says it's because they would have had to stack them which means losing time. They weren't sure if it was the right call. There were a lot of marginal calls during the race. Simon asks if he has a message for the people back in the factories. Toto sets down his glass of champagne, grabs the trophy, and says "Yes I have a message, this is yours, you've won it!"

We see the F1 world champions standings. It goes like this at this point :

Michael Schumacher 7

Juan Manuel Fangio 5

Alain prost 4

Sebastian Vettel 4

Jack Brabham (literally never heard his name before?!) 3

Jackie Stewart 3

Niki Lauda 3

Nelson Piquet 3

Ayrton Senna 3

Lewis Hamilton 3

Simon says "Of course the great, the legendary Michael Schumacher still way out in front… But then again, Lewis AND Sebastian Vettel have got plenty more years in them yet." Indeed.

Lewis was asked if it was a dream come true in his press conference. He says he's overwhelmed at the moment. His first British championship, his dad and he drove home singing "we are the champions". He says he owes it all to his dad and family who supported him all these years and sacrificed so much for him to be here, and the positive energy he gets from his fans. He realises that while he gets to enjoy driving a Formula 1 it's really a platform he can use to inspire young people and he hopes that they got from today to never give up on their dreams and hopes and to keep working at it. There were many points he thought he'd lost the race but not for one second he believed he couldn't do it. Nico drove a fantastic race, he's been driving fantastically well. "So mad respect for him as my teammate." He calls it a humbling experience especially to equal Ayrton Senna who meant so much to him and still does today. He smiles. He feels very very blessed.

While they start asking questions to Nico, Lewis hides his eyes behind his hand. He's emotional.

Then he says something to Seb with a smile but Seb barely reacts.

Nico says he got wheelspin which never ever happened to him before even in testing (that’s not true they complained of it several times during starts). They need to look into it later but it was obviously really really tough to lose the lead and the win like that, because he was feeling really good at that point. "And turn one… Yeah for sure was very aggressive… Pfff…" He's literally pouting and sulking. "What am I gonna say you know? You've seen it again, I haven't seen it you know so how the hell– I can't comment yet. I need to see it as always. You know for sure it was extremely aggressive. We hit each other. Well I would say Lewis came into me. So… Obviously that's not good but." The camera pans out to a larger angle. Lewis is frozen beside him with a poker face. Seb is frowning.

Back to the broadcast, Paddy is wearing a world champion shirt and a Pirelli cowboy hat. "I'm not built to Texas scale," he jokes as he demonstrates the hat being way too big for his head. Paddy says it means a lot to him personally because he's worked with Lewis throughout his career and he's been there for his three championships. He's not trying to claim any credit because it's a huge team working for it.

Hill picks up on him saying Nico and Lewis are a good pairing for a team. He asks what Nico brings that makes him work well with Lewis in that aspect. Paddy says it's because they have such different characters but are equally able to get the very best out of the car and push each other. He says it's underestimated how important of a factor that is in a team. The two drivers pull each other up on a bad day, because every driver has a bad day, and they need a reference from the other side of the garage. It's fantastic having these two guys because they're both really top of their game. He doesn't think Lewis could have gotten where he's gotten in the last two years without Nico on the other side of the garage. That's a genuinely interesting point of view.

They show him the start and when they touched. Paddy says although he didn't study it in detail, Lewis came on the radio and said he didn't mean to do that. He still calls it a tough manoeuvre to throw on a teammate, legal or not, and he suspects he had way less grip than he needed.

Then they ask him why they didn't pit him. He says the right call was to pit during the VSC and they did so with the leading car. Stacking the cars would have caused issues to the second car which is why they didn't pit Lewis. They agree Kvyat crashing was a turning point and the race might have gone differently if he hadn't, although Nico really lost when he went wide.

He says it's a tough day for Nico, but he'll bounce back. Johnny also asks if he thinks we've seen the best of Lewis Hamilton (l-m-a-o) and Paddy says with much nuance "we're seeing the best" and then he adds "as we go on." He further explains that that year was his best performance but who knows where the limit is, because he might do even better the next year. Hill asks about Lewis getting more comfortable with the team. Paddy says he thinks getting a second title the previous year he "became much more at home with himself" and relaxed into the job.

Oh and we're actually gonna hear more from Lewis! He says he feels very relaxed right now, overdue a drink with the team, but he's buzzing and has a hard time putting it into words.

He says it's the greatest feeling he's felt in his life. He can't believe it and it was such a fun race! He describes it, ups and downs, Nico being 10 seconds ahead at some point and then he came back with strength. He says he never gave up. He talks straight to the camera. He hopes he made his mom proud, his dad, Linda, Nick, his sisters, his aunties, all his family, team LH, he hopes he made them all proud and he loves them all and is thankful for all the support all these years.

He reiterates there wasn't one second of the race he didn't believe he couldn't do it. He's interrupted by some woman to whom he smiles wide and who comes to kiss him on the cheek.

"From one three world champion to another three world champion (sic)", she says. I think it's Jackie Stewart's wife? She tells him well done and he thanks her and says it's good to see her.

Rachel asks Lewis what Jackie Stewart told him. Lewis says firstly it was great to have him come over and he's such a great champion. It's a great feeling being congratulated by him. He said he remembered how it felt for him and it must be doubly great for him. Lewis says he doesn't know why he said that but he doesn't think anyone can feel as good as he does right now. "I just wanna dance, but I can't!" he chuckles.

Lmaoooo Lewis please. Grow up. She asks him such a great question and he gets so defensive. "You've been pushed by your teammate, how much of your success can you put down to having someone who challenges you so much in the same team?" He stops smiling.

He stutters. He says it's a difficult question. He doesn't think it's a large chunk of it. "It's really down to my guys, my group, the whole team obviously working together and myself as a driver, it's just work that I do on my own," he continues to stutter. "I never really leant on someone else to pull me along the way, you know, I just had to try and find it myself." And that's really what he had to do today, he says, and he gets back to the race and changes subject. He really had to improve his own driving while he was out there (I just wanna note here that along the way this year he got into the habit of saying whilst instead of while and it throws me off everytime it sounds so weird.) to be able to compete with Nico. He was destabilised by the question at first but he's found his footing again now as he’s answering so he says of course it's great to have a teammate that's pushing and helping the development of the car.

Rachel says "please tell me you're not gonna celebrate with just watermelon juice tonight like you did last year?"

He shakes his head. "Definitely not. No, definitely– lots of change… Tequila tonight." – "Enjoy!" she answers.

He laughs, thanks her, and moves on.

It's hilarious hearing them talk about how great and important he is to British sports with all that came after and the smear campaigns basically. They say Bernie himself thinks he's a great champion and so proactive and all that.

Jackie Stewart gets there. He says he's so happy he was there and Lewis is so happy, justly so. He drove a good hard race. Jackie Stewart says he knew he'd never race again when he won his third, unlike Lewis who's looking forward to being able to win more titles. He's got a lot of years ahead of him and he's got every opportunity to win four or five (lol, or six or seven?). Simon asks if he thinks it's possible, in the current car, how long can they continue. Stewart chuckles. "It could be five or six!" (here ya go!) Mercedes is so superior right now, the engine, the chassis, the engineering talent they have, it's outstanding. Seb won 4 titles back to back and that's the type of things you can do when you have that superiority. Johnny says we've seen Lewis' talent grow and grow and grow, I don't understand his question. He says Stewart was critical of F1 and drivers needing a hand and asks if he would help him out. I don't get it. Stewart says he couldn't help him out because his days are passed. Funnily enough he thinks driving-wise it doesn't change, he says. He says all the great drivers of the past people love to bring up had the same way of driving, he cites a bunch of them and he says Lewis can go ahead and do it that way. You're always learning and the older you get the more you learn and the more you can adapt to some of the idiosyncrasies that you would have previously wrestled with. (Ahhhh! He's so right! We’ve seen it happen with Lewis!) You learn how to put them aside and go around them rather than fight them. He thinks Lewis is now at that point when before he was fighting them (YES ABSOLUTELY JACKIE!) and the three men standing there all say yes. Now he could mature a little bit maybe by being more confident, given he has won three titles and you don't need to race hard all the time to win (I don't think he knows how to race any other way than hard though lol). Johnny asks him if it excites him to see him on track because it excites him because he's always on. Stewart says he is exciting to watch whereas Prost wasn't exciting to watch because he was so smooth and clean. He adored the way he drove, just like Jim Clarke (he rambles about them a bit). Simon says everybody would like to see Ferrari on par with Mercedes in 2016. He asks if we put Seb and Lewis in a Mercedes, who does he bet on? Stewart says he thinks three teams are completely capable if they get it right : Ferrari, RedBull, and Mercedes. They have more money and resources than the others. (He rambles again, old man.) He says drivers like Sebastian Vettel and Lewis are so well placed within these teams, and he also cites Alonso who he says has one of the best heads in Formula 1 (All I can think of is : “How's your head? Never had any complaints.”). He thinks they all can win a lot of races. Simon asks again : in a straight fight, Seb against Lewis? He makes a face. He thinks right now Lewis is the fastest driver in F1. Johnny backs him up, "absolutely".

Seb is disappointed to have lost the title. But it was a very good race and the car was good, even in mixed conditions. He says he's not predicting "I don't have…" he gets a demented smirk, "you're a woman so I have to be careful but…" she chuckles, he smiles more. "I have balls but I don't have a crystal one." He says he doesn't wanna know the future, he knows they're working very hard, but first they have to finish this season in style. She says Lewis said he wants a battle with him next year. You can see him swallow and then smile. Istg. He says of course he's keen on that if it goes the other way around.

Nico. She asks him first about the start but he says no he'd rather talk about other things first if it's okay. He talks about his mistake. He says again it never happened before and it was weird. He's really confused about it. The race was his. He finally congratulates Lewis and says he deserved to win the WDC. He's had a great season and drove well and he was consistent. And finally, turn one. He says it didn't have a big impact on the race because he was able to get back in the lead (that's true). He says he just looked at it and he was ahead mid corner and so he had a right to the track. So Lewis was too aggressive, took it one step too far. That's not okay. She asks if he told him that. He says no, because he just saw it now. They haven't spoken. He says apart from his mistake it was an awesome race, all over the place, great battles. She asks if he realises the cap Lewis threw him was just his (girl you're brave). "On the podium? Oh you mean in the room…" He says it was nothing. "It's just our typical games." (!!!) He sniffs. She asks if he has the stomach to try again next year. He says he's not thinking about next year, he's trying to digest today.

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