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lwwife · 1 year ago

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Leah and r starts going out, after meetings maybe in a bar or something where r work, and eventually dating. They try to keep it a secret but the news goes out and most people are against it and start insulting ecc e, and she start the question everything cause she thinks that Leah deserves better than her, someone how famous and talented LIKE her, but Leah will not hear any of the it cause she loves her. A little bit of angst but HAPPY ENDING

Because I love YOU

“From the moment I saw you”

Fluff, angst, suggestive, tw: themes of bullying

Word count: 2,167

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Leah’s pov:

“Hi there”, I bring my head up from where it hung low watching my hand swirl the straw around my vodka coke. As my neck lifts, I’m brought to face one of the most beautiful girls I have ever laid eyes on, stood behind the bar, dressed in a black tank top, paired with black jeans and a belt. Wow. I feel my mouth slightly open, I quickly lick my lips and shut it.

“Can I get you anything else? You don’t seem to be enjoying that one.” She says gesturing to the drink stood in front of me. I look down at my full tall glass and sigh. After what I now realise is around 30 seconds a hand cups my chin, and my head is once again raised. I lock eyes with her again, all my worries of the night seem to fade, she smiles genuinely,

“I’m y/n.”

“I- um- hi- uhhh-“ I stutter trying to find the words to return whilst she stares through me.

“Y/n” she cocks her head to the right and smiles.

“Yeah right, y/n. Hi, I’m Leah” I finally find the courage to say, and I return her smile.

“Well” she pauses, then gestures to me “Leah”, she laughs, “why don’t I take this”, she reaches for my drink, holding onto it as if asking for permission, “and make you one of my specials?” She grins, and leans forward. Wow. Her cleavage shows from the top of her tank top and my mouth once again is agape. I swallow.

“I um-“ she raises an eyebrow and instantly persuades me. “Yes. Yes why not, thank you”

She leans back, and smiles brightly, “alright then, coming right up.” She winks and walks away with my drink.

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Y/n’s pov: (6 months later)

My mind switches on and my eyes flutter open. My senses intake the arms wrapped around me, the smell of vanilla surrounding me and finally the sight of my beautiful blonde girl laid in front of me, hair messy and sprawled across the pillow, laid naked, sheets covering her from the chest down. I smile softly at the light snores coming from her, I lean forward and kiss her forehead softly, and run my hands up and down her back. After a few seconds Leah begins to stir awake.

“Mhhhm” she grumbles. Leah opens her eyes, looks straight at me, smiling brighter than anyone should in the morning, and shuts her blue eyes again snuggling in closer to me, head tucked in the crook of my neck, and arms wrapping around me much tighter than I expect from her sleepy body.

“Happy anniversary baby girl” I whisper, as I run my hands through her freshly washed hair.

I feel her smile against my skin, then soft kisses began to be laid on my neck, moving up as the grip around me loosens. Eventually after quickly kissing every inch of skin from my collarbone to jaw, Leah hovers above me, kisses both cheeks, my forehead, nose, chin, and finally a long peck on my lips. As she pulls back she releases that beautiful warm smile.

“Happy anniversary my love” she whispers, still grinning lighter than the sun.

I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and she collapses on top of me again.

“UGH Le, Jesus” I scowl from the hard hit of her body.

She simply giggles and gets up, off the bed.

“Up you get sloth, I have a lot planned for our special day” she winks and runs off to the bathroom, chuckling to herself.

I roll my eyes and giggle at her sarcastic hypocrisy and tumble out of bed.

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Leah certainly did live up to her promise of plans for today. Maybe a little too much. She first drove you both to go carting, where she became EXTREMELY competitive, but once you let her win, getting tired of her grumpy losing attitude she switched to her regular romantic self.

“Don’t worry baby, maybe you’ll get it next time” she gloats, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, and kissing my head.

“Yeah yeah” you roll your eyes.

By the end of the day you were exhausted, Leah tiring you with multiple activities, and some anniversary sex in locations which cannot be disclosed for possible legal reasons.

However, as fatigued as you were, your energy heightened when Leah revealed to you she’d made a booking at the restaurant that you two had been dying to go to.

“A 6 week waiting list” Leah huffed at you, “you’re high maintenance missy” she clicks her head at you.

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After the most beautiful night full of laughs, wine, and love, you awoke the next morning feeling fulfilled. Leah was dead asleep next to you, so you decided to scroll on your phone for a bit. As you tapped the screen you were overwhelmed with hundreds of notifications. You rubbed your eyes shocked. When you unlocked your phone, you found news alerts, tagged posts, comments and more.

Your relationship had been exposed. Leah and you had been together for 6 months as of yesterday. Coming off the back of the euros win and Leah’s newfound fame, you both decided to keep yourselves private for a little while longer. However, that agreement was suddenly broken as you stumble across pictures of Leah and you, eating dinner together, holding hands, and finally kissing on the street. Your jaw dropped. “Shit” you whisper shouted.

“What? What’s wrong babe?” You turn around to find Leah slumped up, rubbing her eyes, looking at you questioningly. You go to answer her when your phone starts to ping again. You turn your attention back to your phone to find comment notifications on an ENews! Post

BREAKING: Leah Williamson spotted with girl.

Leah Williamson was spotted last night with a girl who after further research we’ve found to be bartender y/n y/ln. Apparently the pair were spotted holding hands at DeNiro’s Italian restaurant last night, supposedly on a date, they were later spotted kissing in the street, sources have provided the following photos:

(Pretended these pics apply properly 😭)

What do you all think of it girl Leah Williamson’s new fling?

User563869: AWFUL, god Leah can do much better than that

RyanTorn7638: A bartender??! Pass her over, Leah can do so much better wtf.

Grace.walker_: LEAH NO GET BACK WITH JORDAN

JJ12: Oof, y/n is PUNCHING

fran_lawson10: DUMP THAT BITCH DAMN

You feel water run down your cheek, you quickly wipe away the stream and get up out of bed.

“Baby! Where are you going?” Leah calls after you from bed

“Out.” You mumble back

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Leah’s pov:

Y/n stormed out almost four hours ago, I’ve been worrying and pacing around the house for hours, calling and texting her, after my threat to call the police she finally texted back “I’m fine, I’ll be back later”, I was infuriated but I decided as long as she’s safe it’s okay, something is obviously wrong but I don’t want to push her. So I sat for three more hours, waiting in silence on the couch until finally I hear the keys turn and the front door open. I ran to her, instantly embracing her in my arms.

“Oh my god baby are you okay where were you?!” I spoke into her hair.

To my surprise she roughly pushed me off her, “I went for a drive” she spoke and walked past me. I stood dumbfounded, I don’t understand what I did.

“Hey!” I shouted.

She ignored me and continued to walk up the stairs.

“Baby! Hey! Y/n!” I heard a door slam shut. Something fuelled inside me, a fire rose and I stormed upstairs. As I reached the closed door I took a deep breath. This isn’t the way to deal with it. I slowly walked into the room, y/n laid on the bed, phone in hand. I walked towards her and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Darling” I grabbed her hand. She snatched it away from me, I looked at her, eyebrows furrowed. “What’s going on?” I whispered.

“Nothings going on Leah!” She never calls me Leah. My face falls instantly. She notices and quickly speaks, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have spoken like that, I’m just tired, I need a shower.”

“Okay” I smiled softly.

She walked into the bathroom and shut the door. After I couple of seconds I went after her. I walked into the bathroom and wrapped my arms around her waist, “let me join you” I whispered into her ear, she shoved me off her.

“No Leah, I’m tired just leave me alone, please.” I wrapped my arms around myself instantly feeling insecure and walked out, shutting the door behind me.

I sat on the bed contemplating what the fuck has happened. Horrible thoughts ran through my head. Especially once I saw y/n’s phone sat on the bedside table. “No Leah stop it” “she wouldn’t do that” “don’t do it”, but she was gone for hours, she won’t let me touch her, I mean what am I supposed to think, maybe I’m no longer good enough for her. I know I’ve been tough through my injury and I haven’t been able to provide as much intimacy as usual, maybe she needed to look elsewhere for it. I regretfully reached for her phone, “fuck what am I doing”, I slowly typed the password and unlocked it, I began to scroll through iMessage, when I didn’t find anything I decided to go to Instagram. The feed and notifications were flooded. I squinted confused. I tapped on the heart in the top right corner to look at notifications, “oh y/n”…

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Y/n’s pov:

I sat on the shower floor, unable to tell what was tears and what was water, I quietly sobbed, “fuck”, after reading almost every comment and message I felt like the most worthless person to ever live. I began to question every moment of Leah and I’s relationship, did she feel forced when I came onto her that night at the bar? Does she want any of this? I mean I’m just me, y/n, she could have anyone she ever wanted, she’s the most beautiful, extraordinary, person to ever walk the earth, why the fuck is she with me? She’s wasting her time by being with me, she deserves better than what I could ever give her, I need to en- “darling open the door”. My rambling thoughts are stopped by Leah knocking on the door, as soon as I hear her voice my heart stops. “Baby I saw everything, please, I want to talk about this, y/n please just open the door.”

I begin to sob again, all I do is cause problems, she doesn’t deserve any of this. “I’ll meet you downstairs let me get dry and dressed” I say through the door.

“Alright. And y/n?”

“Yeah” I call back

“I love you, okay?”

I sniffle, “I’ll see you in a sec”

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As I walk downstairs my hands begin to shake. I lock eyes with Leah, she sits on the couch, and smiles at me, she pats the spot next to her. I slowly walk towards her and sit on the opposite side of the couch. She frowns at me and slides closer.

“Darling” Leah grabs my hand softly and rubs her thumb along the back of my hand.

I look down and tears begin to well in my eyes.

“Hey hey” she cups my cheeks and wipes away the tears that began to fall.

“I’m sorry” I whisper

“Baby girl, listen to me” she forced my eyes to lock with hers “don’t you dare apologise, none of this is your fault. You need to know how much I fucking love you okay. From the moment I saw you, the moment you looked at me with that cheeky smile and beautiful eyes, my heart was yours, I don’t give a shit what you do for a living, I don’t give a shit what user1234 fucking 5 has to say about us. What I care about is you darling. I care about your happiness. I care about how your day goes. I care about every little thing you ramble about, your favourite chocolate, how to make you feel good, your little comments and opinions on tv shows we watch. I care about everything you say and do, and I need you to understand that I’m telling you the truth here. I love you, every little bit of you and I want everyone to know that. Okay? I’m yours, my heart is forever yours.”

My face turns into her palm and I sob, she quickly wraps her arms around me as I cry and cry and cry.

“I love you” I sniffle into her shoulder.

“Hmmm what was that?” Leah cockily asks

I turn my face to be front on with her, I Leah in to kiss her “I” *kiss* “love” *kiss* “you” *kiss* “so” *kiss* “fucking” *kiss* “much” *kiss*

She giggles hugs me tightly.

“I love you more my girl” she whispers

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@leahwilliamsonn/@y/n.y/ln

My girl makes the best drinks😽

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A/n: WOW OKAY. First story ever written, I hope I did okay, please be nice, I would love for any feedback or more requests, feel free to message me, comment or put in my asks, hopefully this was okay! Thank you for requesting🫶🫶🫶

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #wlw #woso community #woso x reader #woso #woso fanfics #woso one shot #lionesses #awfc x reader #awfc

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cressthebest · 6 months ago

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 48

chapter 74:

1. NOT SIRIUS TELLING REMUS TO FUCK HIM AND THEN FINDING OUT HIS DAD IS ON THE PHONE. ID DIE- 💀💀

2. not remus going from: FUCK ME PLEASE to never touch me again, i am unworthy and but an evil temptress

he just went from one shade of dramatic to the next

3. “Remus likes that he can leave doors open and come and go as he pleases. He likes that he can just randomly take a walk whenever he wants, going anywhere and as far as he wants to, hearing the birds sing and letting his new home leave a lasting imprint in his mind, taking shape, something to settle in. He likes that he has the freedom to do anything, and really, all he ever wants to do is just—exist. Just be”

crying when i literally have an exam tomorrow at eight am. 💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼

4. wolfstar is living my dream. i can’t even begin to tell you. they’re living my dream. i’m so unwell knowing that they get everything i want. i’ve never wanted to be sirius more in my life at this point

5. BWAHAHAHHAHAHAHA SIRIUS PROPOSES WITH A SPOON i- that’s the faggotiest thing i’ve ever seen

6. awwwwwwwww remus said yes!! this is the cutest proposal i have ever seen in my life

7. they.. they are making out on the dirt ground of the market surrounded by people

8. “"Was it at least a nice spoon?"

"Worst spoon I've ever seen."”

LMAOOO

9. god i love sapphics. lily has the most dramatic proposal planned for mary. i love lily

10. awwww lily’s gonna have a baby with mary sometime in the near future. they have their own little family!!! i get so happy thinking about it

11. “In Alice's story, he may be the villain, but in his? In his, there was no villain, just pain, and now peace.” yes yes yes YES

12. awww it’s both sad that sirius leaves his mind during his wedding but also so sweet that remus stops the wedding so sirius can remember every bit of it

13. i cried at how happy sirius was to find out that remus waited for him at their wedding

14. pandora has no shame oh my god

15. but also!!!! canon polyam couple 💃🏼💃🏼

16. FHSHDJSJSKJDKDKSJKSKD REMUS AND SIRIUS ARE GONNA BE FOSTER PARENTS OH MY GOD

17. remus being there for lily during the pregnancy test is so special to me. what if i gnawed plastic or mulch or chomped glass? huh? huh???

18. holy shit. regulus babysits for one afternoon and suddenly he’s adopted two more kids. jesus he works fast

19. HARRY!!

20. domestic jegulus raising kids!!!!!!!!!! AND LILY ISNT SURROGATE!! SHES RAISING HARRY WITH MARY!!! 💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼

21. oh gosh they’re gonna adopt teddy, huh? i can’t wait for this oh my god

22. uhhh i was so invested in the story that i literally don’t have anything else to say about the end of this chapter. i was so fixated on this i swear

chapter 75: FINAL ONE OMG

1. remus is being so gay over sirius in a dress. and bud, me too. me toooo

2. “”You want to know something?"

"What?"

Regulus watches the rain come down, his lips still curled up as he murmurs, "I would have volunteered for you, too."”

i’m crying so bad over here. tbh i think my period is about to begin because i also cried over the episode in my little pony where they all tell the stories of how they got their cutie marks and then the mane six find out they were all connected by rainbow dashes sonic rain boom.

3. i finally recovered then got emotional over the horcrux hornet

4. shdjsjjsjsjs the hat made a full circle

5. EVAN!!! look every time i forget about him, his presence comes back to smack me in the face and hurt me

6. 😟 that’s it? i’m done? i’ve been reading this for months, and i finally finished. i feel both so completed and so very incomplete.

7. it’s over. huh. it’s really over. well. yeah.

#marauders #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #sirius black #crimson rivers #remus lupin #wolfstar #lily evans

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harmless-variety-of-garden-snake · 20 days ago

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Okay so somehow I've got like three WIPs going of various people getting these two slabs of dork back together. So this is turning into a shared effort by Josh Russo and Orville Peck (Orville does not appear in this, his music does). But here's a bit that I wrote when I was on my lunch:

When he's done getting dressed, he goes downstairs and sees that Josh is eating a spoonful of raw cookie dough and tapping at his phone.

“I don't want to hear it, I know the risks,” Josh says before Buck can speak. He looks up at Buck and makes a face. “God, you look like every guy I used to hook up with in college who would pretend I didn't exist after.”

Buck smooths his hands over the shirt and shrugs. “I'd have talked to you after.”

“That an offer?”

“No,” Buck says with an apologetic shrug. “I don't think I really want to hook up with anyone right now.”

Josh tosses the spoon in the sink. “Yeah, but you can't chain yourself to an oven for the rest of your life. So let's go. I give you full permission to ditch me for a hookup, which is big of me.”

“Thanks?” Buck toys with the mask before putting it on. “How do I look?”

“Devastatingly handsome,” Josh says with a sigh. “Come on, you fucking disaster.”

There's an Uber downstairs already waiting for them, and Buck texts Maddie to find out if she put Josh up to this.

Maddie

Uhhh NO because otherwise I would be there, too.

Have fun ♥️

“So this is just because of the scones?” he asks, and Josh turns his head slowly to stare at him.

“No, Buck, this is not ‘just because of the scones,’” he says, an eerie calm to his voice. “It's also because of the cookies, cakes, pies, tarts, biscuits, pastas, loaves, bread, and pastries that have appeared in the break room at my job almost every single day for weeks. I have gained four pounds, it would've been more, but I've had to start going to the gym a lot. So I am going to get you laid or at least get you to stop using flour as a coping mechanism. Why couldn't you just start doing K or doomscroll TikTok like everyone else?”

Buck ignores the steadily rising eyebrows of the Uber driver in the rearview mirror. “I—I just miss talking to him. But he doesn't want me to, or he'd be here.”

“Not how that works, but we'll get there,” Josh says, patting his knee. “I need alcohol first. And a bear to squeeze after.”

“You're into bears?”

Josh shrugs. “I'm into everything. Aren't you?”

Buck considers it for a moment. “I haven't really thought about it.”

“Jesus chr—at least tell me you've been watching porn,” Josh whines, and Buck shrugs. “For fuck’s sake. I will tip you double if you get us to this club in the next five minutes.”

I just saw your tag on the Orville Peck post and when I tell you I've had this in mind for like three weeks:

Buck goes out to a club during some kind of Heroes & Villains night or something, wears a domino mask, and people keep double-taking when they see him. He asks "What the hell is going on?" and Josh says "Oh, they think you're Orville Peck. I heard that otter debating with his friend earlier." And Buck asks "Who's Orville Peck?" and Josh's jaw drops and he saves Orville on Buck's Apple Music/Spotify so he can listen later. Buck goes home, starts listening while he gets ready for bed, ends up laying on his bed in a puddle of tears staring at his ceiling while Let Me Drown plays from his phone by his head, and he feels like his heart's cracked open and he rolls over and finally texts Tommy, even though it's almost 2 AM and they broke up three months ago.

And Tommy calls him, because it's 1:57 AM on a Saturday and his ex just texted him "I think you're my last" and he thinks the worst, and instead it's a tipsy, sad Buck that answers with "Who else is it supposed to be?" and Tommy says "Someone deserving" and Buck asks "Don't I get to decide that?" and Tommy gets quiet and asks if he's at home and Buck says yes, and Tommy shows up at his door twenty-three minutes later and when Buck answers the door, Tommy hears Rhinestone Cowboy playing for some reason and sees Buck's face and realizes he's made a huge mistake and broken his soulmate's heart.

Will I ever write this? I don't know, man, but I had to get this out somewhere.

and once again i think (out loud this time), orville peck makes everything better!!

i love all of this, the music choices, rhinestone cowboy is a fucking banger and i really do need this so pls, my friend, for me??? *pout to rival buck's (impossible but i'll try)*

#bucktommy #josh russo #my wip

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brunchable · 3 years ago

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A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be — Part 2 || Doctor Strange × F!Reader

Word count: 4.4K

Genre: Revenge/PayBack, Rejection, Swearing.

Special mentions: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner

A/N: There will be a Part 3. Listen, in this universe everyone is alive and well okay?!

You've been drinking away the pain that Stephen has given you late at night for the past few days as a way to pass the time during your free time. You haven't seen or heard from him in a long time, and you are positive that he has already changed his phone number as a direct result of the drunk texts you sent him when you were drinking. You have absolutely no way of communicating with him at this point.

“You know, I was actually the stupid one. I made myself blind to the fact that he can’t even choke on the word ‘I love you’,” You laughed at yourself, “What does Christine have that I don’t? Is he attracted to women with a large mole on their cheek? Should I get one tattooed?”

Legs crossed, martini in hand, a man has been watching you end up being left alone or avoided by people who initially wanted to talk to you. He pans from your feet up to your head. You wore white sneakers, patterned ankle socks, plain black dress that sits too loose around your waist. You had half-lidded eyes due to your drunken state and rumpled hair tied up in a messy bun. Tony shakes his head. Jesus Christ. He thought. He says something to the woman who currently sits at the table with him. She then nods, gets up and walks away.

As the Bartender pours you a second shot. You're now showing pictures from your phone to the Bartender who showed no interest, "This is my Aunt. Her two favourite things are Cats the movie and my ex. I hate both of her two favourite things."

A sharp whistle interrupts your one-sided drunk conversation with the bartender. You averted your gaze from your phone and your eyes landed at Tony who was looking at you. He motions for you to come over. It felt like every move Tony makes is practised to be perfectly cool.

You turn your head left and right before pointing at yourself, "Me?"

Tony nods and mouthed, "Yeah, you."

You shrug, taking your drink with you as you stand, and wobbles over towards Tony's table.

"Tony Stark." He offered his hand out for you to shake.

"(Y/N)—"

"I'd like to buy you a drink, (Y/N)."

"I already have a drink." You casually showed him your ice melted strawberry daiquiri.

"Let me buy you a drink, (Y/N)." He insisted.

"Okay."

Tony simply motions to the Bartender who nods. You take the seat opposite from Tony and felt compelled to tell him your sad break-up story with Stephen,"My boyfriend dumped me because he's still loves his ex Christin—"

"Christine Palmer, yes, (Y/N), I know. But how do I know that?" Tony cuts you off and tilts his head.

"What—I don't know?" You bat your lashes and shrug quite dumbly at his question.

"You've never met me before—how do I know something so intimate about you? Wanna know how I know that (Y/N)?" Tony asked, flashing you a wry smile before taking a sip of his whiskey.

"Uhhh Christine Palmer has screwed you too?" You snorted into a laugh but stopped immediately when the man didn’t laugh with you.

"No, it's because that's all I've heard—that's what we've all heard. For the last three nights, I've watched you batter every poor soul in this bar with your sad-sack loser sob story that no one asked for."

You take this in, pulling a fake smile and feeling offended you stand up to leave, "You know what, I don't need this crap—"

"Sit down, (Y/N)."

"Okay." You murmured and you sat back down immediately. Either Tony's tone was that powerful or you're just that drunk.

"(Y/N), I'm going to make you an offer, it's probably the best offer you're ever going to get, and you're extremely drunk, so it's wildly important that you don't answer until I've finished and you've taken a few moments to process what I'm saying. Do you understand?"

You go to answer but Tony holds up a finger to shut you up. You close your mouth and stop yourself from protesting. Once you're settled, Tony continues,"As I said, I've been watching you for three nights now and I can say, without hesitation, that you are the sorriest woman I've ever seen in my life—"

You took a deep breath to say something but Tony quickly cut you off once again before anything even came out of your mouth.

"Don't interrupt, (Y/N), it's the truth, and you need to hear it. You're sitting there with your messy bed hair, getting drunk on watered down strawberry daiquiri like a fourteen-year-old girl and probably wearing your grandma's cardigan—I don't know if I want to help you or euthanize you. We should burn that before it hurts anybody else." He stared pointedly at your cardigan.

"I bought these from Target, thank you very much."

Tony scrunches his face, "I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that—Look. I'm going to help you. I don't know why. Maybe I'm just bored. Maybe all my friends have abandoned me for wives and children and labradoodle puppies, who cares why? Why doesn't matter. The point is, I can see that you got a pretty face under those unkempt brows, and awfully thick long hair. I'm bored as hell and need a project. So if you want, I'm going to help you rediscover your foxiness. Do you remember when you lost it?"

You shake your head "No. I don’t even think I had any. . ."

“Doesn't matter, we'll find it. And when we do—when I'm through with you, that ex-boyfriend of yours is going to rue the day he decided to give up on you too early. That's my offer. What do you say?” Tony leans forward and anticipates your answer.

You stare at him blankly in a long beat of silence. You found the reflection of yourself in a black glass over his shoulder and found a girl who has lost herself over a man who didn’t even treasure her. You go for a drink, almost using the straw... then catch yourself so you put down the drink and look up at Tony with a slight determination in your eyes, “Yeah, okay.”

"Westford mall food court, Thursday, six o'clock PM."

"I'm sorry, what?" You asked but Tony didn't repeat himself.

Instead downs his drink, nods at the woman whom he was with before, "You ready to go?"

She nods, subservient, and follows him out of the bar. You shook your head, and just in time, the drink Tony ordered for you arrived. You stare between the watered down, bland drink you had and the golden liquid in a short glass and you chose the whiskey.

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The next day

You anxiously stood on the escalator, “What the hell am I thinking?” You thought out loud as you made your way towards the food court where you’re supposed to meet Tony. You almost forgot that you had plans with him, so you left in a rush and ended up wearing a plain white shirt and jeans with floral patterned crocs.

Meanwhile, you see Tony, standing against the railing in the food court, holding an empty box of doughnuts, the last piece in his hand—looking cool as ever.

"You're late," he pauses and offers you a doughnut, "Krispy Kreme?"

"No thanks. So what exactly are we—"

After finishing his bite of the doughnut he interrupts you again, "How much money can you afford to spend on clothes today?"

"I dunno. Four hundred?"

"Let's make that four thousand."

"Oh-kay." You press your lips together with a grimace, collecting all the patience you've got.

"We'll start with shoes." Tony paused to look down at what you were wearing and looked visibly offended, "W-What in the abomination are those?"

You look down at your footwear, "They're crocs. I left in a hurry, okay?"

"Well no wonder why you're late—Let me see those crocs you're wearing."

You hold up your foot so he could see it better.

"Take them off." Tony demands and you scowl at him but you did what you’re told anyway. You bend down to take one off, "Other one too, please?" Tony holds out his hands, after you've taken both crocs off. You shrug with a sigh and hand Tony the pair then he simply turns and throws them over the railing.

"What the hell, Tony?!" You screamed and looked over the railing to see your crocs now on the lower level.

"Sorry, that wasn't me. It was my alter ego called Captain Hook—he hates crocs." Tony sarcastically replied, he clearly didn't care if you got angry or not.

"Those were my favourite shoes!’

"Do you know why crocs have holes in them?" Tony asked in a serious manner.

Now slightly irritated at his inconsiderateness, you asked, "I don't know? Style?"

"It has holes because that's where your dignity drains out."

"Well now you're just being mean—"

"DO YOU WANT YOUR DIGNITY DRAINING OUT OF THOSE HOLES (Y/N)?"

"No! Of course not."

"Then don't ever walk around in Crocs, ever—never again. Let's go."

DESIGNER SHOE STORE

You follow Tony barefoot in a designer shoe store, cluelessly following him around like a puppy and very nervous at the amount of money he is expecting you to spend today.

Looking around, feeling out of place, you say to him,"I think this whole thing might have been a bad idea."

Tony ignores you and grabs a pair of Black Jimmy Choo Heels. You gulped as you stared at the price of it. You had a fair amount of money to spare, you just didn't like spending it unwisely like this.

"Anyone can rebuild their entire wardrobe with sixteen simple items. Try them on." Tony hands you the shoes and pushes you down by the shoulder to take a seat.

"Ha! I think I read that in a magazine." You retorted, carefully putting the heels on both your feet.

"You did, cause I've written it."

"Really?"

Tony chuckles and you chuckle back, clearly unsure what his chuckle symbolises, "You really don't know who I am, do you?"

You shake your head, "Nope!"

Tony shakes his head and returns to choosing more shoes for you, "Numbers one and two: pair of pumps, pair of stilettos."

You probably just spent a little bit more than an hour at that shop since Tony was more picky than you were, and because of this, you probably let him select the style for you because he is obviously more experienced in this department. You got up and wandered about, and while you were there, you looked at a pair of socks that had some adorable patterns on them. Tony moves closer to you and slaps the back of your hand, which causes you to release your grip on the item.

"I'm sorry, I'm lost—are you going to tell me if you really did write for a magazine?" You asked as he led you towards the cashier to pay for all the heels he's chosen for you.

"Your credit card please?" Tony ignores your question again and holds his hand out. You chew on the inside of your cheeks and roughly hand him your credit card.

As you go from shop to shop, you'll notice that each time you leave the store, your arms will be carrying a growing number of purchases. Tony never stops describing your wardrobe necessities, which results in you receiving an overwhelming amount of knowledge. What you need to do is make a note of everything that he says.

In a Designer Clothing store

You were instructed to stand on a platform while you were being fitted for a custom outfit. Tony wanted you to seem intelligent, sophisticated, and seductive rather than trashy.

"A set of Blazer and pants, preferably of five colours: one black, one grey, one beige, one brown, and one patterned. One camel coat." Tony leans in towards the tailor as they grab all your clothing.

You stand in front of the counter again then he calls out,"Card!" Tony holds his hand out and you hand it to him reluctantly this time.

Levi Strauss Store

You held jeans in front of you, eyeing them suspiciously.

"Two pairs of quality jeans." Tony said behind you.

"These are two hundred and thirty dollars each! Can't we just go to, I don't know, Target?" You suggested this while you were still looking at the jeans and in your peripheral vision; Tony pinched the bridge of his nose while shaking his head and then left you in the shop without saying a word. You immediately dash outside in an effort to intercept the man before he ascends the escalator that leads to the carpark.

"Alright, I'm sorry! Don't leave!"

Tony immediately turns back, standing right in front of you, sandwiching your head with his hand and he finally answers, "No, (Y/N). We can't just go to Target."

"Honestly though, what's wrong with Target?"

"In Hell, every store is Target, that's what's wrong with Target, (Y/N). It's the lowest common denominator. Be better than fucking Target. Say it to me." Tony stated with conviction.

"I'm better than Target."

Designer Dress Store

In a dressing room, dresses come flying over the wall at you as you struggle to get another dress over your neck, "Will you quit throwing dresses over the wall?! I haven't even worn the first one yet!"

"If you needed help, you should really say something—Hey fancy face, mind helping my lady in there?" Tony called one of the staff to go into your changing room to help you.

You jumped when the female staff barged into your dressing room. When she saw you, you might’ve heard her mumble, "oh god." And immediately helped you untangle yourself in the dress.

"Come out and show me when you're ready." Tony demanded and sat down on the rose coloured ottoman with champagne in his hand.

You come out wearing a sky blue shimmering dress and Tony grimaces, "You look like you're going Ice skating—Next!"

You narrowed your eyes on him and went back inside to change into your second dress. You came out, this time wearing a black blazer dress. Tony tilted his head nodding his head in approval, "Add that in the bag—Next."

You got changed into another stylish dress—upon seeing his unimpressed face you immediately got back inside to change without Tony needing to remind you, you go back in and change with a different outfit.

"Seriously? You chose that? You look like a frilled-neck lizard!" Tony waves his hands in the air as you walk back inside.

“Oh shut up!” You mumbled.

You lost count at how many dresses you tried on and it was beginning to feel like this was a fashion show. This time before you could even get out he shakes his head, "You chose most of these dresses—" You blamed him.

"NEXT."

In a Beauty Store

Tony leads you into the skin section and quickly tosses you a tube.,” You rub this in around your eye every night and every morning.”

After catching the tube you asked, “What does it do?”

“It gives you x-ray vision, (Y/N),” he pauses, “It tightens the skin around your eyes. The bags under your eyes look like you could pack for a weekend away.”

You stop reading the directions at the back and examine your undereyes in a mirror, “Oh my God, it does.”

In a Salon

You sit in front of a mirror while a beautiful hairdresser examines your dull, straightened hair, “What kind of hairstyle do you want?” She asked.

“I’ll answer it,” Tony held a finger up, interrupting you again—it’s probably a force of habit now, “Cut her hair just above her shoulders, perm her hair to a loose wave as well, maybe dye it a bit darker with a few highlights.” Tony suggested while envisioning you with what he thought suited you.

“Yes, sir.” She chuckles as she prepares all her equipment.

“But—” You tried to object but the hairdresser started chopping off your hair.

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎

After Tony and the stylist made extra effort to hide your new look from you, Tony urged you to change into one of the Salon bathrooms where they covered the mirror.

Tony knocked at the door, “What are you putting on?”

“Items one, three, eleven, and fourteen!” You yelled through the door as you got changed into the clothes you’ve chosen out of the bag.

“Perfect,” He said and then stood back next to the stylist, “You smell great by the way.”

She giggles, smitten towards Tony’s charm,“Thanks.”

“What are you doing tonight?” Tony asked, glancing at the female.

“I don't know.”

“That's okay, I do.” Tony states nonchalantly. Earning another giggle from the female.

“Seriously? You just ask her out like that?” You complained through the door.

“Yes, just like that.”

“And it works?”

“Yes.” They exchanged looks and said in unison.

“Crazy.” You chuckle to yourself and prepared yourself to head out the bathroom, “Okay, I feel kind of stupid but…”

You slowly open the bathroom door and found Tony and your hairdresser waiting to get the first look of your transformation. Their eyes pan from your expensive high knee brown boots, to your red and black plaid dress with a beige turtleneck inside, matched with an oversize leather jacket and lastly your new haircut.

You were a new woman and both Tony and the hairdresser found themselves gawking at you.

“Wow.” The woman uttered.

“Yep.” Tony nodded in agreement.

“Can I fold the turtle neck a little?” You asked innocently.

“Shut up, (Y/N),” Tony paused and called one of the male customers in the salon, “Hey you! You'd fuck her, right?”

“Jesus! Stop that!” You yelled at Tony, feeling embarrassed that the stranger was now checking you out.

“Uh yeah, probably.” He shrugged.

“What?! You would?”

The man’s expression then changed into confusion. Tony shook his head at you, “You see that, (Y/N)? The simple act of opening your mouth instantly causes this nice man to lose interest in sleeping with you. Now I realise that your personality is actually your weakest link.”

You blink a couple of times, and with a pained smile you reply,” Well, that's the meanest thing anyone's ever said to me.”

“No, (Y/N). The meanest thing anyone's ever said to you is this: your ex-boyfriend dumped you because you lost sight of what really mattered: you didn’t love yourself. So of course you wouldn’t be able to keep him content—as a woman and probably as a lover.”

Your lips began to quiver, “Yeah, okay, that was meaner.”

“What’s your ex-boyfriend’s name anyway?”

“Stephen Strange.”

Tony snorted and laughed but stopped when he realised that you were serious, “Wait, you’re serious? Stephen Strange? The Wizard?”

You nodded awkwardly and circled your thumbs around each other.

“Well, shit.”

You furrowed your brows, “Why do you know him?”

“Of course I know him. For Pete’s sake, (Y/N). I’m Iron Man.”

Your eyes widened, “What the fuc—”

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎

Later that night, Tony invited you at the bar again for another lesson. You sit at a secluded booth where no one will be able to interrupt the both of you. You were dressed very well this time however, your stride lacked confidence which Tony was quick to point out the moment you sat with him.

“You need to put your chin up more and have an ‘I don’t give a shit about your opinion’ attitude,” He advised and he slid you a wine glass.

“I can’t change in a matter of hours Tony—What are you going to be teaching me anyway?” You asked.

“I’ve arranged an Avengers party, which is in a couple of days and guess who’s going to be there,” Tony swirls his wine glass with a cunning smirk growing on the corners of his lips.

“Stephen?”

“Mhm,” He takes a sip, “And I’m inviting you too. Now, the lesson today is ‘how not to freeze like a deer in headlights when you see your ex’— Now pretend I’m Stephen, when you walk in, what do you say to me?”

You purse your lips, trying to think hard, “Long time, no see—”

“Wrong! He’s going to think you’ve been wanting to see him. Try again.”

“Hey asshole!”

Tony palms his face, “No, he’s going to think you’re not over him.”

“Well to be honest, I am not.” You admitted.

“Do you want him to regret leaving you (Y/N)? Or will you play easy to get? He played you, he probably only got in a relationship with you because he needed a rebound—No. . . you are the rebound.”

“Okay, what do I do then?!”

“You ignore him. You pretend he doesn’t exist, don’t look at him, don’t acknowledge him—that will hurt his ego. Flirt with other men, laugh at their jokes. If he makes the first move, act uninterested but not in a bitter way,” Tony explained thoroughly, “Trust me, you’ll get him wrapped around your fingers—men want something they can’t have. Can you do that?”

“I-I think I can. . .”

“Yes you can! I’ll be there anyway, I’ll keep a close eye on you.”

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎

The night of Tony’s party finally arrived—he was kind enough to send you a driver for when Stephen is already in the Stark Tower. As you checked yourself out through your vanity one last time, you finally received a text from Happy. You took a deep breath and took your black purse with you.

You got people of all ages turning their heads as you walked through the lobby of your apartment towards the entrance where Happy already got the door opened for you.

“Ms. L/N,” Happy greeted you and assisted you in getting in the back of the car, “You look amazing.”

“Thank you, Happy, you look great yourself.” You smiled and returned the compliment.

Meanwhile over at Tony’s everyone of his guests have arrived, people were mingling in all areas of his home but he sat with Bruce, and Steven.

“I’m surprised you don’t have a lady-date tonight Tony,” Steven chuckled.

“Cap, do you have to say lady-date all the time? It’s just ‘date’— and for your information, I do have a date, she’ll be here.”

“Where did you pick her up this time?” Bruce asked.

“I’m afraid that’s confidential Dr. Banner,” Tony smiled teasingly, glancing towards Stephen who was just behind Banner by the bar interacting with another woman.

*London Bridge by Fergie begins to play as Y/N walks in*

“Oh here she comes,” Tony nods his head towards you, informing his friends who turned their heads in your direction.

♬Oh shit! Oh shit!♬

The elevators of Stark Tower open up revealing you in a well-fitted red dress, matched with spaghetti strapped heels, your wavy hair falling just above your shoulders, your red lipstick complimenting the tone of your skin so well. Everyone who was standing in your path moved out of the way.

You strolled with your head held high, your face alluring and enigmatic, and your hips swinging beautifully from side to side as you went. Tony couldn't help but crack a grin since he was pleased with how you developed over a short time and with how you approached your entrance tonight. Still, he wasn't the only one who seemed interested in you; Stephen seemed to be doing the same.

Tony swore he saw the wizard do a double take the moment you stepped in the room—looks like Stephen was the deer in headlights.

You are aware of Stephen, and while it seemed as if you were staring at him and heading towards him, in reality, you were gazing over Stephen's shoulder at Tony the whole time. It appeared as if Stephen was getting ready for you as you came closer, but then you walked right past him, softly brushing up against his shoulder as you went, and directly towards Tony, who without any hesitation welcomed you by planting a kiss on the back of your hand.

Stephen followed through as you walked past him, watching you flirt with Tony as he introduced you to the other avengers.

“Is he looking?” You discreetly asked Tony.

He leaned in close to your ear, “Fake a laugh while I whisper and yes he is looking—If looks could kill, I would be so dead right now.”

You followed as Tony instructed and laughed, which seemed to stir something inside Stephen, “Was that (Y/N)?” Wong approached Stephen whose jaw was clenching so hard.

“Mhm.” Stephen hummed, eyes still glued onto you.

“Wow, she’s like a different woman.” Wong glanced at Stephen, “You don’t look impressed.”

Stephen scoffed, “I don’t care—good for her—I can’t believe she’s that stupid to turn to a playboy.”

“Are you sure you don’t care?” Wong’s eyebrows creased after Stephen contradicted himself.

“Do I look like I care, Wong?” Stephen snapped, “We’re not together anymore, she can date whoever she wants for all I care—but why Stark and since when?”

“No need to get mad, Strange, I was just asking—Why don’t you drink on it hm?” Wong passed Stephen another drink and left him to be by himself. Stephen glanced at you again, catching your eye just a millisecond while you enjoy yourself in the company of Natasha and Wanda this time around. Is she really going to act as if I don’t exist? He thought to himself and turned around, tongue poking his inner cheek.

“One dry gin martini, please.” you ordered at least two seats away from Stephen. You could feel his burning gaze while you kept your head looking straight ahead.

“You’ve changed, I almost didn’t recognise you.” Stephen addressed you and you glanced at him with a soft chuckle.

“Well. . . people change and life goes on.” You smiled and shrugged, keeping your replies short and dry—it was taking everything in you to act like you don’t care.

“True, glad you’re doing well. . . but I’d be careful with Stark, he’s not the type to commit—”

You laugh and dismissively wave your hands, “Oh no—we’re not together.”

Somehow Stephen felt a surge of relief after hearing that, “You’re not?”

“No.”

“Listen. . . (Y/N)—”

“I don’t want to hear it Stephen, I’m sorry. I came here to have some fun because I haven’t had one for a while—if you want a bit of my time, you’re going to have to get in line.” You nonchalantly told him and grabbed your cocktail, “See you around.” With that you walked away from him to join the ladies group once more, leaving Stephen dumbfounded and unable to think properly after being rejected.

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Found (Chapter 4)

April tiredly wakes up, feeling groggy. Checking her phone, it was 6 am. She stretches and groans.

It was just this year left of high school and she'd be done! April's dad made plenty more than enough to support them here for years and years. So, she was not rushed to go back to school if she didn't want to.

She had plans for maybe later in life to go back to school, but for now, she wanted to spend more time with the guys.

After she was done getting dressed, she moved downstairs to head out the door to the school bus. She almost spooked herself seeing the guys and Master Splinter in her living room. April notices one turtle was missing though.

Smelling eggs and bacon though, she knew who it had to be. Mikey, "Good morning, Mikey. Hungry already?"

Mikey turns around and sees April scooting into the kitchen, "I wanted to make you some breakfast before you left! It's the least I could do for you guys letting us stay the night."

"Mike, you let us stay over if we want to. Why wouldn't we let you stay over? I'm just glad we found you guys that place. Also, this looks delicious, but I'm gonna miss the bus."

Mikey makes a face, "The bus? You told me that thing makes multiple stops before even making it to your school."

"True, but it's the only transportation I have."

"That's why we have the roofs baby! Eat your breakfast and I'll escort you to the school."

April smiles, "Last time we did that, you tried sneaking into the school and tried to pretend to be a student."

"That was years ago... and- and I'll be good this time. I'll leave and I won't leave the rooftops. C'mon April, your food is getting cold."

After thinking about it for a second, April says, "Fine, fine! Only because the school's breakfast is ass and this looks awesome."

April quickly scarves down the food Mikey prepared and off they went. The air in her face definitely woke her up. It truly felt amazing in the early morning.

Stopping to catch her breath, Mikey speaks, "Feels good, right?"

"Yeah," she looks at her friend up and down, "are you sure it was smart of you to leave without a disguise? In broad daylight?"

"Uhhh I'm already wearing one!" He points to the orange mask on his face, "I'm already hidden."

They share a laugh, "Better not take it off! Wouldn't want to scare anyone."

"Hey! Are you saying I'm ugly? Because I am and always look fabulous."

April smiles rolling her eyes and they continue running on the rooftops to her school. They arrive shortly with time to spare to stretch.

"That was a good morning workout."

Mikey nods in agreement, "I haven't done with you since forever! Before you got all serious like Leo."

"Awe Mikey, I promise after I'm done with school I'll have more time to spend with you guys," she hugs him only to realize they were a sweaty mess, "damn. Oh well... hey, I remember when you were less experienced than me. Now, look at you, better than me and everything!"

He smiles while posing with his muscles, "Aaand it's all thanks to you!"

Although April would love to take credit, she couldn't and she made a confused face, "Thanks to me? Really? I don't remember helping you. I was always training with Master Splinter or Leo until I hit 5th grade."

Suddenly Mikey stops posing and turns to face her, "Really? Oh. That's uh weird," he laughs awkwardly, "are you sure?"

She nods, "Mhm, you got your weapon when you wereee about five?"

Then her eyes go big for a second, "Jesus at five you got a weapon. At that age, no kid should even be thinking of holding a weapon!" She laughs, "then again, you guys are mutants. You're more developed than the rest of us. Stronger than any fifteen-year-olds I know." April continues to ramble but Mikey couldn't help but wonder. If it wasn't April who helped him, who was it?

He feels a hand on his shoulder and looks back up, "I gotta go, Mike! Thanks again for the breakfast." Off she went.

School. He's been in there once for a little bit, but he's wondered what it was like in a class. To make friends.

-crack-

Mikey shifts. Damn it.

He turns around and five ninjas come out, ready to attack. He brings out his nunchucks and dodges any incoming hits.

"It's a little early to be fighting guys, c'mon."

Using one nunchuck, he wraps it around one man flinging him into another. Almost causing them to fall off the roof, he quickly used a hand to pull them in enough to fall onto the roof floor.

He hears the yelling of two others behind them, he uses his leg and swipes one of the ninjas off his feet and punches another hard in the gut, letting them fall onto the other.

He skips over the two laying on the ground and locks eyes with the remaining ninja. Coming running at full speed didn't scare Mikey.

Child's play.

He raises his foot and knocks the man out cold with a single kick, "Whoo! That was fun, really. I-"

Feeling something pointy on the back of his neck, he stops, "Drop your weapons. "He does as told not wanting to risk his life, "Now what."

He could hear the voice of a woman, her voice sounded out of breath, scared. Of course. She's never seen a mutant before! She's probably trying to figure out what he was...

"You're... a turtle..."

"Yeah, and you're a lady with a pointy weapon. Wanna maybe draw it back?"

"Mikey?"

What? Now it was his turn to ask questions and be confused. Using his hand, he quickly turns around and smacks the weapon out of her hand. Grabbing her arm tightly, he wraps it behind her and bends her down. He was ready to snap it at any given moment.

"How do you know who I am? Who are you? Why are you here? Were you sent to assassinate me? What do you want..."

"Stop, stop. I'll answer all those questions if you just let me go."

Mikey hesitated if he should let her go or not. Then again, this was uncomfortable and he had a feeling he could trust her. Mikey slowly lets go of her arm and she backs up a bit, readjusting her arm.

As if she was psychic and knew Mikey was going to repeat his questions, he raises her hand to stop him, "I'll start with the small questions and or stupid questions, am I here to assassinate you? No. I'd also like to question why you think that?"

"It's uh complicated."

"What I want is to find out more information about..." she looks around. She couldn't tell him about April. He'd go off and probably try to attack her and leave, warning any others, "about the schools."

Mikey didn't believe her. He knew who she was, she attacked them just the night before. Did she seriously think he was stupid?

"I'm Karai."

-"Hi, I'm Karai."-

Mikey stumbles back a little. Why was that so familiar? He knew who she was from last night. But it wasn't just that, it was...

"We use to know each other from when we were younger."

Suddenly it all just clicked and Mikey smiles, genuinely, "YOU'RE THE ONE WHO HELPED ME EARN MY WEAPON! I remember now! I met you in the sewers. You and I had a lot of fun until- until uh you left?"

"Just me and you?" Is that all he remembered?

"Yes. I'm pretty sure." Hm. Maybe it was for the best.

"Wow well, this is weird. A little awkward. Not too long ago you were trying to kill me and my brothers."

"Brothers? Those are your brothers? No wonder you were disguised in those silly outfits. It looked very uncomfortable."

"It was! I'm surprised we even won in those things. But yeah, those two were my brothers, Leo and Raph."

Karai sits down on the edge of the rooftop, "Which is which?"

Mikey joins her, "Leo is the one with twin katanas, Raph has sais."

"Ahh yes, I remember you telling us- me that." Mikey took note of that. Us. "So," she continues, "Nunchucks are the weapons you earned. Truly an honorable weapon for you. Back from where I lived, nunchucks are the hardest to learn to fight with."

"Really?"

She nods softly.

"How come you remember me but I couldn't remember you?"

"Who knows? I am older than you and considering you were..."

"Five, wait, how old are you?"

"You were five, five year olds do have a memory but not a strong one. If the person isn't constantly there, they can be easily forgotten especially in ten years. I'm eighteen now."

There was a long pause between the two. Not knowing what else to say. That was until they both heard groaning behind them. They turn around and see that the foot soldiers were regaining their conscience.

Mikey gets up, he had to leave but not without one final question, "Karai," she looks up at him, "Why are you really here?"

"What are you talking about? I told you-"

"I'm not dumb. So, why?"

Karai gets up, still keeping eye contact, "I think you know why."

"What do you want with her? She's done nothing wrong."

"She interferes with what my men must do."

"And your men steal from stores? I mean, don't you have other stuff to do."

She sighs, "I am not the one who orders these things, Mikey."

"Michelangelo."

So, it's like this.

"Michelangelo. I am not the one who tells them to do these things."

He crosses his arms, "Then who does?"

"I..."

Mikey feels a pinch on the side of his throat. Turning around, he grabs the man who has now injected him with something and throws him over toward Karai.

She moves to not get thrown to the ground by the man.

He grabs the needle in his throat, pulls it out, and throws it away, "What the hell?" Feeling woozy, he falls to his knees.

He can't feel a thing, everything was going blurry, but he could still see Karai shouting at someone across from him.

He was never gonna let this down...

Knock-out.

——————————————

"Raph, Raph wakes up."

Raphael's eyelids shot up and land on Leo. What a pain in the ass.

He slowly sits up, "What man? Don't cha ever have the patience to leave me alone Leo?"

"Shut up. Mikey's gone."

Raph looks around and sees Leo is right, Mikey is gone, "Maybe he went to da toilet, ever think of that?"

"I already checked. Let's go. Master Splinter is going to be worried when he finds out Mikey is missing, especially after last night."

Raph looks at the clock on the wall, "Leo, it's almost seven in the fuckin morning. I'm surprised Masta Splinta ain't even up yet."

"That's right. So, let's look before he does wake up."

"Alright damn fine. Let me at least get ready."

Within five minutes, they were out the window.

Once up top, Leo asks, "Where do you think he could've gone?"

"Maybe the knucklehead finally left."

"This is serious, Raph, last time he was gone we found him at..."

"Nah ya don't think he?"

"He would try again."

Raph heavily sighs, "Text April and Irma first. I'll message Casey."

They pull out their phones and message their friends.

"Hold up, did ya even check if he took his phone?"

"I did and he didn't. If he did, I would've called him," before Raph could make any snarking remark, Leo's phone buzzed. He looks down and checks, "She says that he woke up this morning and made her breakfast, then,"

"What an ass. Where's my damn breakfast."

"Shh. Then, they took the rooftops to get to her school. She left and made sure he didn't follow her."

-BZZ-

Raph looks down at his messages, "Casey says he ain't see him in the school at all."

"I got a message from Irma. She says the same. So, he isn't in the school, but then where is he?"

"Maybe he's still at the school wonderin if he should go in or not."

"Worth a shot."

They leave, looking for their brother near April's school. They arrive shortly, trying to make sure they aren't seen. There are buildings surrounding the school so they had to check every single one.

Raphael groans softly, "When I see the numbskull, Imma give 'em the smacking he deserves. Too early for this crap Leo."

"You're telling me. Now, less chatting more looking."

They both split up going in a different direction but meeting back on the same spot. It had been an hour and they both met on the last building.

Raph was frustrated and so was Leo, until he passed by something unusual. The sun hit it causing it to shine right into Leo's way. He steps down on the fire escapes, picking up what looked to be a syringe.

He grips it tightly, stepping back up to where his brother is, "Where the hell is he?" Leo steps closer, pushing his arm out, and opening his hand to reveal the syringe.

Raphael stands there, staring down at it. His heart was beating slightly faster than before. He licks his lips before speaking, "Where is he, Leo."

He pulls it back towards him, "I don't know. What I do know is that if this does have anything to do with Mikey, April can help."

"Alright then, go get her."

Leo closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. He knew his brother had no patience, "You know we can't do that."

"Why not."

"She's in school, Raph. I'm not going to argue about this."

"So our brother is missin and all ya can think about is April's education."

Leo raises his hand to stop him, "Don't even try to make it about that. You weren't worried until I had to drag your ass out here."

"That was before I found out he could've been taken by some assholes." All of a sudden, they both felt a strong slap on the back of their heads.

They turn and see April, "Guys! Language. It's still morning."

Leo is the first to question, "April? What are you doing here?"

"Back up away from the edge and where are the clothes I gave you guys? I could literally see you from the windows."

"We were getting into an argument but we're fine now. What are you doing out of school? You could've just messaged us that."

"I got worried when you asked where Mikey was. I shouldn't have let him come with me."

Leo waves it off, "It's been done. Can you tell us what happened here using this?" He hands April the syringe he found.

"I can try. I've only been doing this for a year now."

"It'll help with anythin, April."

She nods, "Alright, but you know I need peace and quietness to concentrate."

Sitting down crisscrossed, she begins with her eyes closed. Both Leo and Raph stand on each of her sides.

She starts, "I see something calm. At least, it starts that way," she uses her hands to massage her temples, "Mikey falls, he's not hurt though."

"Anythin else?"

April makes a worried face, "He becomes unconscious and feels like he was taken away."

Leo asks in a more stern voice, "By whom?"

Opening her eyes, she softly speaks, "I don't know..."

TBC...

#tmnt #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #tmnt fanfiction

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triplexdoublex · 4 years ago

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Pornstar

Pairings: Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: rough sex, anal sex, face fucking, gagging, spit, spitting in mouth, slight bondange, golden showers, pissing in mouth, slapping across face, being filmed.

A/N: Shout out to Shawnie ( @heytheregreeneyes) for always letting me use her as my OC and being my best friend. Also Colson isn’t MGK in this, just a pornstar so his personality isn’t as cocky as he usually is. I know I’ve mentioned it before but the sex in this is loosely based off my fave porn star Small Hands AKA Aaron Thompson. Hope this was worth the wait. Lemme know what you think! “Open it, open it!” Your roommate and best friend Shawnie stood before you with a gift bag in hand, shaking it excitedly.

“My birthday’s not even until this weekend,” You laughed taking the bag from her. “You sure you don’t want me to wait? It’s only a few more days.”

“ No please, I’ve kept this a secret for long enough, it’s killing me! Just open it!” She exclaimed. “Plus your gonna need time to prepare.”

“Prepare?”

“C’mom, just open it, open it, open it!!!” She was far too excited. You wondered what it could be that she was so eager to give you. But what you pulled out of the bag just left you with even more questions.

“Thanks???” You said confused, holding up a sexy red lace bra and matching g- string that tied at hips.

“That’s only part of it,” she assured you. “What’s your biggest wish?” She tried to clue you in.

“Ummm paying off all my student debt?” You answered still puzzled. “Did you get me a job as a stripper?” You laughed.

“Okay, maybe ‘wish’ was the wrong word to use … hmmm—oh biggest fantasy!” She corrected herself.

“Oh to fuck my favorite porn star Huge Hands, AKA Colson Baker. You know that — wait … no, no way!” You exclaimed as your friend started frantically nodding her head yes. “Shut up!!! What? You’re kidding. Like how?”

“Look in the bag . There’s more!”

You reached into the bag and pulled out a pass of some kind and read it aloud. “Huge Hands/Colson Baker : Exclusive Access, Porn Star for a Day pass”

“They were super limited, I have no clue how I managed to snag one, but I’m so happy I did! The look on your face right now is priceless!” Shawnie laughed. “It’s probably because you’re the only one I know who’s crazy enough to actually go through with this.”

“I-I don’t even know what to say. I have no words… thank you.” You expressed your gratitude, still in shock. “I’m really about to have the best sex of my life this weekend! On my birthday yet! Have you seen his fucking cock, it’s huuuge!”

“Yes, many times,” Shawnie chuckled , entertained by how pumped you are. “Or did you forget about all the links of his umm ‘work’ you’ve sent me?” Shawnie wasn’t big on porn herself but she was always willing to take an interest in your latest obsessions, no matter what they were. That’s what you loved most about her. “Turn it over, it tells you more about what’s included on the back.”

You did as she suggested, turning the pass over to read more. “Half hour zoom call day before to privately discuss details, and needs/wants of scene; hair and make up; up to one hour of shooting time; and keepsake autographed DVD recording,” you listed off. “You know I’m gonna watch that everyday for the rest of my life, right?”

“I’m assuming you’re gonna make me watch it at least once too, knowing you,” Shawnie laughed.

“Yeah probably,” you laughed as well. “ I got no shame!”

*************

You’re stomach was in knots as you waited for the zoom call to begin; you’d never felt so excited and nervous at the same time. Shawnie was there with you sitting just out of frame, when the ‘bloop’ of the call came through your computer's speakers.

“Hi, Y/N?” Colson questioned.

“Yeah, hi. That’s me!” You did a timid little wave.

“Ok good, just wanted to make sure I got the right person before we get started here. Imagine that … Awkward!,” he laughed, and you instantly began to relax; you could tell he was going to be easy to talk to. “Well, obviously you know what I do , but I’d love to hear a little about you. Says here on your forms you’re a college student?”

“Wait, what forms?” You asked.

“The ones you filled out online with your info and kinks and things you wanted to include in our video when you purchased the Pornstar for a day package,” he answers slightly confused.

“Ohhh, my friend bought me this for my birthday, she must have filled them out.” You responded. “She’s right here. Say hi Shawnie!”

“Hi!” She giggled leaning into frame.

“Hello. Wow this must be some “friendship” he joked making air quotes. “Because this is a very detailed list. You gotta hear this.” He smirks. “Written in the section about what you hope to include in our scene says— and I quote: I want Huge Hands/ Colson to absolutely destroy me. I want him to fuck my throat, my pussy and my ass. I want him to slap me around, and spit and piss in my mouth, and anything else he wants to do to me, I’m all for it.” He choked out a laugh pulling dramatically at the collar of his shirt “Whew, I’m the pornstar here and that’s even got me blushing!”

“Oh my God, Shawnie!” You covered your beet red face.

“What!?, did I lie?” She laughed.

“I mean no, but still. Damn, to hear it out loud like that.” Your eyes bulged.

“So it’s true then?” Colson asked slyly.

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” you hid your smile behind your hand, shaking your head in embarrassed disbelief.

“Aye, no need to be embarrassed, we’re gonna have fun tomorrow, I can tell,” he smiled. “I’m especially excited that your interested in Anal. It’s kinda my favorite. I’m assuming you’ve done it before?”

“Yeah,” you answered simply.

“Do you enjoy it?” He asked.

“Tell him what your ex said!” Shawnie blurted out.

“Oh, boy. I gotta hear this,” he chuckled. “What’d the ex say?”

You inhaled deeply before speaking, “I do enjoy it, probably more than regular sex, if I’m being honest,” you admitted. There was no use trying to be coy now. “Uhhh he actually said I could be a pornstar since I can take a hard anal pounding so well.”

“Nice!” He exclaimed. “Girl, after my own heart.”

“Jesus Christ, this conversation has me sweating already,” you chuckled standing up to pull your cardigan off.

“Is that a little tattoo I saw there, peaking out of the top of your jeans?” He asked.

“Yeah, you wanna see?” You unzipped your jeans without waiting for a response and lowered the top of your underwear just enough to show him.

“ The Playboy bunny, huh? How fitting,” he teased.

“What can I say, it was my first tattoo,” you giggled “Seemed like that’s what everyone was getting at the time.”

“What else you got going on down there?” He lifted his head as if trying to see more. “Is that a landing strip?” He asked referring to the thin dark stripe of short curls just barely visible above the band of your lowered underwear. “Can I see?”

“Yeah, sure,” you lowered them further exposing yourself, your inhibition long gone at that point. “This is just how I normally like to groom. I can shave it completely if you prefer?”

“Nah, it’s perfect,” he smiled. “Well, I think I have a pretty good idea now of what you like and what we’ll be getting ourselves into tomorrow. Do you have any questions or anything else you want me to know, before we end the call?”

“I don’t think so,” you said. “Shawnie pretty much laid it all out on those forms,” you laughed.

“That she did!” He produced a chuckle as well. “I meant to ask earlier, but, since she knows so much about your kinks and what not, have you two ever —“

“ No, just best friends, I tend to overshare, I guess.”

“Yeah it amazes me sometimes, the things women share with their friends, but yet guys are always the ones who are known to kiss and tell and brag about their conquests. Females can be just as bad, y’all just keep it on the low a little better,” he stated. “Well, I look forward to working with you tomorrow. Take care, and I’ll see you soon.”

“Can’t wait!” You responded. “Bye.”

“Bye,”

You felt oddly comforted and at ease after the call, no longer a ball of nerves or embarrassment. He made you feel like there was no shame in enjoying the things you did. He was very professional despite the nature of the call; it didn’t feel sleezy or overly salacious; just two consenting adults having a mature conversation about their sexual desires.

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When you walked out of hair and make-up and onto set, you saw Colson waiting for you on a red leather couch. He was clad in only black dress pants; shirtless — his tattoos on full display. He smiled seductively when he saw you, beckoning you over with a pat to his thighs. You undid your silk robe they had given you and let it slip from your shoulders to the floor, revealing the red lacy set Shawnie had bought you, as you made your way over to him. You suddenly became very aware of all the cameras and other people in the room, as you sat on his lap. Somehow it has slipped your mind that they were all a part of what went into this.

“You get used to it,” he said softly , remembering the way he felt his first time in front of the cameras. “Just pretend they’re not even there— only me and you, okay?” He said brushing a finger along your thigh. “Unless, Shawnie forgot to mention you’re an exhibitionist too, then by all means enjoy them watching us fuck,” he joked, making you laugh. “Don’t forget, if you need me to stop at anytime for any reason, just give me three quick taps,” he demonstrated, tapping your thigh. “Don’t worry about the filming, they can always edit and piece things back together if needed. This is all for you and I want you to enjoy yourself. Oh and happy birthday by the way! It’s today right?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Thank you.”

“Ok, so we’ll just start the scene with some kissing and light touches, and when I feel you’re ready I’ll signal the camera man, he’ll call action, and then we'll be recording.”

“Sounds good,” you nodded your head. He had made you feel so comfortable and relaxed the last bit of nervousness you chalked up to just being slightly star struck; You never thought in a million years you’d get this opportunity.

“Ready?,” he pressed his forehead to yours, staring directly into your eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up into the most alluring devilish grin.

“Ready,” you echoed back, biting your lip trying to suppress a needy whine. God you were always such a sucker for his killer eye contact in his films, and now you were the one his eyes were soul fucking. You’re heart pounded with excited anticipation as Colson’s face drew nearer to your own. He lightly held your chin as he pressed his lips to yours, parting them to introduce his tongue. It was a welcome greeting, cut short by the breathy “oh fuck ” that involuntarily slipped from your lips.

“”You good?” He laughed softly, a small puff of air the only thing separating your mouths; your foreheads still touching.

“More...than good,” you spoke in a short choppy sentence trying to compose yourself.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he smirked against your lips, continuing to kiss you.

You melted into his kisses— slow and gentle at first, increasing in intensity as he carried on. When he nipped at your bottom lip with a low groan, you lost all innocence, shifting positions to straddle his lap. You gripped the back of his head, as he kissed you and rolled your hips against him, demanding more. And that’s when he knew … that you were ready. He quickly signaled to the cameraman with a thumbs up, and “Action” was called.

His hand slipped down from your chin, settling on the highest part of your neck just under your jaw, his fingers squeezing at your pulse points on either side. Roughly he turned your head to the side with a push of his thumb and his mouth began mauling your neck with an appetite for lust, leaving blooming raspberry patches along the descending path of flesh that lead to your breasts. With one hand he expertly undid the front clasp of your red lace bra and took in the sight of you.

“Perfect,” he whispered into your flesh with a growl, taking one breast in each hand as he licked between them, keeping his eyes locked on yours. You slid the silky straps of your lingerie over your shoulders, letting it fall, as he took turns going back and forth between each breast treating each of your nipples to light suction and a pleasurable nibble. You let out a moan at his actions and again rolled your hips in his lap, pressing yourself against the hardening bulge inside his dress pants. “Needy are we?” He teased swiftly spinning you around so your back was to his chest. He dug his chin into your shoulder peering over it as he snatched up the crotch of your panties roughly, tugging the material up between your lips . You canted your hips up chasing after the friction of the coarse fabric against your clit. “You like that, huh?” He pulled them harsher.

“Mmmm, yes” you squeaked out, nodding your head.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” he growled nipping at your neck. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he shoved the material to the side exposing you, letting his fingers explore your folds as he pleased. “You want my cock right in here huh?” His voice was so gravelly and low as he slipped a finger inside you, only to quickly pull it back out, teasing you. “Taste yourself,” he brought the finger to your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it, as he slid it further into your mouth, his long fingers slipping down the back of your throat. “Oh, god, yes!” He exclaimed impressed by how you didn’t even gag. “Tell ya what—“ he paused to add a second finger to your mouth, continuing to talk as you sucked “If you can suck my dick as good as that—“ he then pulled them back out of your mouth. “I might just have to fuck you right in here too,” he shoved his spit slicked fingers into your ass.

“Yes, fuck, please!” You whined, wiggling your hips, wanting his fingers deeper.

“You like that? Huh. You dirty little anal whore!” He grabbed your neck with his free hand, keeping you pinned back against him, the fingers of his other hand still moving inside you.

“Yes, yes! I am,” you strained to speak. “Please, please fuck my ass!” You whined impatiently with pleasure. You never heard yourself sound so needy and desperate in your life.

“You sound you pretty when you beg, but you're gonna have to earn it first,” he demanded pulling out his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. Quickly, you dropped to your knees in front of the couch as Colson got up standing before you. You waited impatiently while Colson unbuckled his belt above you. Once undone he yanked the belt free from the loops with a satisfying ‘whoosh’ that made you pulse between your thighs. You desperately clawed his pants and boxers down his legs like a feral cat in heat as Colson brought the tip to your mouth, still holding onto his belt in the other. “Open!,” he demanded. “Goooood,” he growled in praise as you did what you were told. You reached up to grab it but ,“no hands!” he smacked them away, and then secured them behind your back with his belt. “Let’s try this again, open!” He spoke harshly. You obliged, opening wide. “Tongue” he barked. You let it hang from your mouth with anticipation; eager breaths rolling down it like a panting dog eyeing a steak. He teased you, slapping his cock against your tongue before shoving it fully into your mouth. Your eyes prickled with tears as you fought your gag reflex, taking him down your throat. He held your head in place with one hand , the tip of your nose pressed flush against the coarse hair of his pelvis, as he hunched his body forward over yours untying the sides of your G-string. It slipped from your body leaving you completely nude. Colson smacked your ass, then gripped it harshly, making it jiggle for him before finally standing straight up and pulling his hips back to let you come up for air.

“Huuuuuuhhhh,” you inhaled sharply gasping for breath, letting oxygen penetrate deep into your lungs before Colson stuffed your mouth again. Mascara ran down your hollowed out cheeks as you sucked. You started pulling back out of instinct when you began to gag but Colson held you in place.

“No, keep it in your mouth,” he instructed condescendingly, looking down at you. “Just a little longer” he promised. You tried your best, Colson letting out a throaty moan every time your raw, used throat constricted around him as he fucked into it. “Mmmgghh,” he groaned, pulling out of your mouth “Goooood girl,” he praised with a smirk, before bending down to give you a sloppy kiss, swapping mouthfuls of saliva. Just as he pulled away he let a long string of collected spit slip from his pursed lips and into your open mouth, where you eagerly accepted it, moaning as you swallowed it down.

You let out a breathy “awhhh” as you opened your mouth again, wiggling your tongue enticingly.

“Such a dirty, fucking whore,” he bent down again and spat directly in your face. He smeared it all over your face with his hand before grabbing you by the neck, pulling you to your feet. “Turn around,” he ordered. You did as he said and Colson undid his belt from around your wrists. Before you even had a chance to soothe your sore wrists with a rub, Colson spun you around and pushed you down onto your back on the couch, your ass teetering on the edge of the red leather cushion. “Spread yourself for me,” he instructed, as he pumped himself. Again you did as you were told; you pulled your legs up, wrapping an arm around each thigh, holding them back as you parted your opening with your fingers. “God, you’re so fucking wet.” He teased the head of his cock through the glistening mess on display for him.

“Fuck me,” you said in an inpatient huff, staring into his eyes.

“Awhhh, yessss,” he groaned out, slack jawed as he sank into you

“Ohhh, shit,” you screamed out , face twisted in pleasure, your eyes slipping shut, at the feeling of him burying himself deep in your cunt.

“Open your eyes. Look at me!” He spoke harshly, cupping your face in his hands as he thrust. You opened your eyes, trying to focus on his, but your vision was spotted by the intensity of it all. “Feel good?” He pressed his forehead to yours just as he’d done earlier , starring directly into the windows to your soul as he fucked you. You nodded the best you could, but that wasn’t good enough for him. “Words, I want words. Say yes!”

“Yes.. yes,” you responded breathily, biting at your lip.

“Yeah, Mmmghhh, that’s it. Fuck, I like it when you use your words” he moaned , shifting himself to be more upright. He then spit on the tips of his fingers and brought them to your clit and began rubbing it furiously, his cock still destroying you.

“OH Fuck!” You cried out, wiggling and bucking your hips.

“You gonna fucking stay still? He roughly grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks. You nodded your head, trying your best to calm your body’s erratic, pleasure driven movements as he thrust. “Words!” He spat, his hand letting go of your face only to connect it to your cheek again with a quick, yet harsh slap.

“Shit! ...Yes!” You corrected yourself once again, Your body was loving how aggressive he was getting the longer he fucked you and he could tell; spitting at and striking your face again.

“Turn over!” He ordered, abruptly pulling out. “Hands on the back of the couch.” He roughly assisted you in turning around , and you placed your hands where instructed. You arched your back and pushed your ass out waiting for him to re enter you from the new position. “This is where you really want it, huh?” He teased his cock over your asshole.

“Yes!,” you remembered to use your words this time.

“You’re a dirty little fucking anal whore, aren’t you? He asked, he question sounding a lot more like a statement. “Let me hear you said it.” He applied pressure to your hole with the tip, as he yanked back a fist full of your hair.

“I’m a dirty little fucking anal whore!,” you repeated desperately pushing back against him.

“Mmmghh!, That you are!” He confirmed with a groan, snapping hips hips forward, quickly entering you.

“Uhhhhh, Oh my God!” You exclaimed at the feeling. You never fully understood why you enjoyed anal as much as you did, perhaps it was the pleasurable fullness, the taboo aspect, the fact that you were one of the few woman who were into it, or the way so many men were obsessed with it , and the look on their face when they found out you were more than willing to take it up the ass, but you absolutely loved it, and this time was no different. Every jack hammered thrust brought you closer and closer to the edge, especially when Colson reached around to between your legs adding the friction of his fingers to your clit. The sensation of your ass being stuffed combined with his touch was the perfect recipe for orgasm and you felt it building every time his cock slid in and out.

“Yeah, cum for me,” he could feel you tightening around him. His words perfectly in sync with the jolt of pleasure boiling over in your abdomen and ripping through you with vast intensity. A series of explitives and sounds you’ve never heard yourself make, flew from you lips as your body went boneless under Colson. He quickly pulled out, turned you back over and came across your face with a few pumps of his hand. He collapsed to the side of you briefly, before tugging you off the couch and onto your knees. “I’m not done with you just yet,” he spoke out of breath taking his softening dick in his hand. Your eyes lit up, you knew what he was referring too— the only thing on your list of wants he hadn’t included yet. “Say ahhh!”

“Ahhh,” you echoed the request, letting his golden stream fill your mouth, splash off your tongue and dribble down your chin and body. You giggled, piss spilling from your smile as you looked up at him, all your fantasies now fulfilled.

“Annnd cut!” Called the director. A few stage hands scrambled to bring you both a towel and small refreshments. “Almost done, just gonna get you guys a little cleaned up, rehydrated, let you catch your breath a bit, and then film the little quick, post scene interview.

“Ok,” you both answered.

Colson tossed his towel over his shoulders and reached out his hand to you “You, good?” He asked with a faint laugh , watching your hand shake as you drank your water.

“Yeah,” you answered letting him pull you up onto the couch.

“You were amazing,” he said, rubbing your back. He knew the come down from the adrenal rush of scenes could be taxing, especially from rough ones . “You —“

“Ready,” the director interrupted, cutting him short, and immediately pressing record. “So how was it?” the director focused the camera on you first.

“Oh my god.. mind blowing,” you answered , still out of breath, adjusting your towel.

“And you?” The director turned the camera to Colson.

“ Absolutely amazing. She was a natural. I’d love to work with her again.”

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rae-arts777 · 4 years ago

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because i'm a sucker for a fake dating AU, 7 & soudam? or kuzuhina? or any DR ship your heart desires babe

Kuzuhina cause I love you Bryn

(Btw this is NOT a short fic hahaha, I ended up writing 2288 words)

He’s My Boyfriend, Yeah That’s it..

#7 Fake dating

Summary: Fuyuhiko needs a plus one

“Why?” Hajime felt like the yakuza was pulling his leg.

Did Fuyuhiko seriously ask him to hang out? More importantly, did he just ask him on a date?

“Listen bastard this isn’t exactly an ideal for me either.” The shorter male growled, “I hate attending these family functions alone.”

“Why don’t you just go with your girlfriend?” Hajime asked

“PEKO IS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!!” Fuyuhiko snapped, “I mean! Fuck! One she’s like my sister, we’re just close! Two she’s busy! I’m fucking proud she has her own plans rather then hovering over me! And I’m sure as hell not going to ruin that by asking her to come with me!” he explained

“Ok but why me? Aren’t you and Kaz really close?”

“Please that pink hair bastard won’t last a minute in a room full of yauzkas”

“Uhhhh….Nagito?”

“Is that a joke?”

Hajime sighed, guessing he really was Fuyuhiko’s most reliable option, “Ok fine, I guess it gives me an excuse to get out of the house.”

“Good, come on, we're going shopping.”

“I have a suit a home” Hajime protested

“No offense but I'm a hundred percent certain your suit is not suited for a yakuza gathering. Consider this as my thank you for dragging you to my shit family function.”

Before Hajime could protest further, Fuyuhiko grabbed his wrist and dragged him out. Despite the size difference, Fuyuhiko was surprisingly strong. Hajime sighed, he knew there was no point in protesting.

Hajime felt as if he tried on the whole store at this point. Every time he saw the price tag, he felt like he wanted to die. He felt a little bad for allowing Fuyuhiko to spend this much on him for a suit for a one time use.

Stepping out of the dressing room with the last outfit on, “Are we done yet?” Hajime groaned.

Fuyuhiko looked up from his phone and froze. Hajime for sure could pass for a common yakuza. Fuyuhiko cleared his throat and walked towards him.

“It’s missing something.” Fuyuhiko grabbed a red tie and applied it to the taller male.

Hajime felt tense with how close Fuyuhiko was. He watched as the shorter male took his time adjusting the tie.

“Umm..there..” Fuyuhiko turned him around to the mirror “You look good, better then nothing I guess.”

“Why do I feel like a sugar baby?” Hajime jokes.

“Oh shut the fuck up tall bastard.” Fuyuhiko handed his card to the retailer, “He’ll be wearing this out.”

“What are you going to wear?”

“I already have something picked out at home. I'll change when we get there.”

The retailer returned Fuyuhiko’s card, “Thank you for shopping with us.”

“Yeah thanks for the help.” He nodded, “Let’s go Hajime.” the yakuza walked out.

Hajime grabbed his bag and started to follow, but was stopped by the retailer.

“I just wanted to say, you and your boyfriend are super cute together.” She smiled.

“Boyfriend?” Hajime was taken back.

Did they seriously get mistaken for boyfriends? Did they act like boyfriends? Who else thought it? Should he correct her?

Hajime stared at the retailer who had a big smile on her face.

“....Thanks, yeah my boyfriend and I appreciate your help.”

“Shop with us again soon!” she waved him bye as he left.

Trying to catch up to Fuyuhiko, he felt his mind racing. Why didn’t she correct her? Why did it not bother him? Hajime shook his head. No, it was just easier to just say yes cause they have somewhere to be, no time to explain, yeah that’s it. Better she told Hajime and not Fuyuhiko.

The two arrived at the Kuzuryu manor. Fuyuhiko led Hajime inside, there were already a few guests.

“Just stay here.” Fuyuhiko sat him at a table, “I’ll be back in a second.”

Hajime looked around, it was hard to believe these were the people Fuyuhiko hung around with daily. Awkwardly he fidgeted with his hands, he was thirsty. There was a mini bar across the room, he just needed water. It wouldn’t hurt to get up for a few seconds for water.

Hajime made his way over the minibar. The bartender glanced at him and raised an eyebrow.

“Who are you with?”

“Oh I’m just here with Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, I just wanted water.” Hajime explained.

The bartender sided with Hajime as he got the boy a glass of water.

“What are your relations to him?” Was this an interrogation?

Hajime hesitated “I’m...here as...his plus one…”

“A date?”

“Yes...date...he’s my...boy..friend.” Hajime drugged out. Shit he did it again.

“Boyfriend? Huh. Well guess you never know huh? Enjoy your evening.” The bartender turned to help another guest.

Hajime shuddered and took his water back to the table. Why did he say boyfriend? He could have just said friend. This was different from the store, the bartender will most likely tell Fuyuhiko something. Shit.

As Hajime’s mind was racing, he was pulled out from a tap on the shoulder.

“Hey.” Natsumi sat next to him.

“Oh, hey Natsumi '' Hajime sighed in relief, at least there was one more person there he knew.

“Did my dipshit brother drag you to this?” She asked.

“Well he needed a plus one, and I needed an excuse to get out of the house. So I sort of agreed to this.”

“I see, speaking of that asshole, where is he?”

“He said he needed to change real quick. I think he should be back soon.”

“Bastard! Leaving you here all alone! Sorry my brother dragged you on a sucky date. Come on, you’re coming with me.”

Before Hajime could protest, Natsumi was already dragging him away. How is it that he's been dragged by both Kuzuryu today?

Fuyuhiko returned to the table, dressed in a more fancy suit for the occasion. Real quick he noticed Hajime was gone.

“That fucking bastard!”

Fuyuhiko started to walk around looking for him. Deep down he was worried, he shouldn’t have left Hajime alone in a room full of people like this. God knows who he’s with. Scanning the room, Fuyuhiko’s eyes finally landed on Hajime, but his blood boiled.

Hajime is wrapped up in a group of Natsumi’s friends. A guy resting his hand on Hajime’s shoulder. It was clear the male was trying to flirt with Hajime.

Fuyuhiko stormed up to them, “Hey.” Just as the guy turned around, Fuyuhiko struck him in the jaw.

“Jesus Christ bro!” Natsumi yelled “Seriously?! Why are you attacking my friends?!”

“Well tell your fucking “friend” to keep his hands to himself!!” Fuyuhiko snapped.

Hajime flinched, shit he felt like this was a little bit of his fault.

“Why do you care so much?! Hajime is just trying to enjoy himself!”

“I care because-” wait, why did Fuyuhiko care so much? “Because…..” he grabbed Hajime’s arm and pulled him towards him “isn’t it obvious? I brought him as my date! Cause! We’re dating! Yeah! That’s it!” Fuyuhiko proclaimed, the heat rising on his cheeks.

Hajime felt his whole face turn red, did he hear him right? Natsumi looked between the two, studying both their faces.

“Oh. My bad bro I didn’t know!” She smirked at Hajime, “I’m surprised you didn’t mention you’re dating my brother.”

“Oh well...it’s..” hajime looked at Fuyuhiko “We just recently started dating!”

“Yeah!” Fuyuhiko chimed in, “We..started dating...this past week!”

“Yeah..uhhh, Fuyuhiko asked me out.” Hajime smirked a bit “I seriously never seen him so flushed, he was all so shy and nervous. Had a letter and everything. It was just so cute.”

“HUH?!” Fuyuhiko glared at him “I think you’re remembering things wrong! Yeah I asked you out but YOU were the one who was all shy! You guys should have seen him! The bastard was practically sobbing because he was so flustered.”

Natsumi smirked watching the two, “Please tell us more!”

“Yeah please do!” another person chimed in

“Where did he confess?”

“How long have you liked him?”

“Have you two gone on any dates yet?”

“So is he like your eye candy?”

“Wait, the boss likes men?”

Hajime and Fuyuhiko were bombarded with questions. The two looked at each other, well there was no turning back now.

The supposed yuzuka gathering turned into a hearing of Hajime and Fuyuhiko's love story, everyone was invested. The two tried to bounce off of each other’s stories, but also both tried to embarrass the other in some way.

“If I remembered correctly, you were the one staring at me in the locker rooms.” Hajime smirked

“Like hell I was! You’re one to talk! You’re not slick, you were practically drooling over me in there. Now that I think about it, you did tell Nagito that you liked me.” Fuyuhiko chuckled.

“Oh...well I do guess saying I like chihuahuas is the same thing.”

“THE FUCK YOU SAY?!”

The room busted out in laughter.

“Awww you two are just two cute.” Natsumi smiled, “I didn’t know bro was such a romantic!”

“Shut the fuck up you bitch.” Fuyuhiko growled.

Natsumi just smiled, “I have to say it was such an interesting story, but I think we’re all tired of hearing about your love life.”

Thank god, both of them sighed in relief.

“We want to see! So give us a kiss!”

“WHAT?!” Both of them yelled at her.

“Yeah, kiss him!”

“Kiss!”

“Come on!”

The whole room was chanting for them to kiss.

“I mean it’s natural for you two. YOU DID SAY your first kiss was in your classroom late at the end of a school day.” Natsumi snickered, “So is a simple kiss a problem?”

The two males looked at each other, feeling their cheeks turn red.

“Ok…” Hajime said

“No problem, no problem at all....” Fuyuhiko mumbled.

The two awkwardly faced each other. They fumbled with their hands not knowing where to place them. Fuyuhiko grumbled and rested his hand on Hajime’s waist. Awkwardly, Hajime draped his arms over Fuyuhiko’s shoulders. Hajime looked down at him, he never saw Fuyuhiko so nervous.

“Everyone is staring…” Hajime whispered.

“yeah...I know...can’t really turn back now..” Fuyhukio tried to avoid eye contact.

Hajime slowly leaded down, he felt Fuyuhiko’s grip tighten a bit around his waist. Testing the waters, Hajime brushed his lips against the yakuza, giving him one last chance to back out. Even though their lips were barely apart, the shorter one mumbled something the taller one could not pick up. Hajime was taken back when Fuyuhiko actually closed the gap.

Their lips felt awkward at first, smooshed against each other, but they worked with it. Hajime felt himself lean in deeper, as Fuyuhiko brought a hand up to cup Hajime’s cheek, trying to pull the taller male closer against him. The two almost forgot they were in a room filled with people watching him. Almost.

They quickly broke the kiss when they heard a flash of a camera. Fuyuhiko head shot around to see Natsumi holding her phone up with a shit eating grin.

“DELETE THAT!!!” Fuyuhiko screamed

“No thank you!” Natsumi ran off laughing.

Before he chased her, Fuyuhiko turned his attention to the crowd “WHAT?! You got what you wanted! Now fuck off!” He then ran off screaming at Natsumi to delete the picture.

The rest of the night is uneventful. Some people came up to congratulate Hajime and Fuyuhiko on their couple status.

Hajime could not stop thinking about the kiss though. He looked over at Fuyuhiko who was chatting with someone. It didn’t seem like the kiss was getting to him as much as it was to Hajime.

Hajime felt his heart tug a bit. He guessed the kiss did not mean much to Fuyuhiko. I mean why would it? They weren’t even dating. But also, what now? Were they going to stage some big breakup or something?

As the party ended, Fuyuhiko walked Hajime out to the car he had arranged to take Hajime home.

“So….that was something..” Fuyuhiko said.

“Yeah...sure it was..” Hajime looked down at his feet.

“Sorry..for forcing you into that silly narrivate.”

“Oh it’s nothing..I mean it was kind of fun...well I mean..I played along so yeah..” Hajime nervously chuckled.

“yeah ...yeah…”

“You know...funny enough, earlier that retail lady said you and I were cute..heh she thought we were boyfriends, and ummm, I didn’t correct her..” he explained.

“Is that so…?” Fuyuhiko said.

“Yeah...so haha. Anyways I guess we can stage a breakup or something like that.”

“Yeah we can..or we can do something else rather than lie again..”

Hajime looked up to meet Fuyuhiko’s gaze, the shorter male had taken a few steps closer.

“We can make those previous lies true..I mean like...the story about our first date. I honestly..umm fuck...I mean if the park and dinner is an good ideal for you as a..first date..” Fuyuhiko's gaze focused on Hajime’s tie.

Hajime felt his heart race, did Fuyuhiko just ask him on a date?

“I…” Hajime grabbed Fuyuhiko’s hand, the shorter male looking up to meet his gaze, “I would really enjoy that..”

Fuyuhiko blushed and nodded. He let go of Hajime’s hand and opened the car door for him.

“Text me when you get home.”

“Yeah I will.” Hajime got into the car.

“hajime ..”

“yeah ?”

Fuyuhiko grabbed his hand again, and kissed his palm “despite what happened, I..really enjoyed tonight.”

“Yeah me too,” Hajime smiled.

The two waved goodbye and Fuyuhiko closed the car door. He waited on the side of the crib until the car was out of sight. Fuyuhiko rubbed his face, mumbling, feeling his face become flushed again.

“Fuck.”

#danganronpa fanfiction #kuzuhina #Hajime X Fuyuhiko #Hinata x Kuzuryu #was suppose to be a short fic but I got carried away #Danganronpa AU #non despair au #this for you Bryn #I luv you 😙

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tfw-no-tennis · 2 years ago

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lupin....part2 anime…is amazing

ep 1 - I love this already I love that the whole squad is here. why does this guy have weird superpowers. I love everything abt this

ep 2 - this was fucking WILD I feel like a lot happened in this short episode. they stole the jesus statue from rio?! bro

ep 3 - according to the lupin wiki ep 3 is about nazis and has hitler in it but I have no memory of this at all so I’m pretty sure crunchyroll doesn’t have this ep up LMAOOOOOOOO. EDIT: they DO have the ep up but its after ep 26. so yeah we ended up seeing it lol. it was wild, lupin and zeni both did like...nazi salutes or st which was UHHH a lot lmao. the hang-gliding part was classic wacky hijinks. the quality is noticeably worse than the preceding episodes since this ep is technically from the very beginning of the series - I hadnt really noticed the increase in quality yet here’s proof

ep 4 - I love how much casual supernatural shit is in these??? nessie is real and here. anyways back to lupin hijinks- lmao

ep 5 - I love how often (in this series and in the movies) fujiko just shows up w/some random old guy billionaire. and they always know her as fujiko, like, does she not have a reputation???? anyways the guys accent was awful vbkjadfjkasnbdfkjnl also the whole golden car thing was SO extra and wack I fucking love it

ep 6 - how do they think of these plots. the trained money retrieving dolphin is my favorite lupin character. goemons swimwear is fantastic

ep 7 - this ep was WILD again w/the casual supernatural BS with lupin being POSSESSED? or something? ok so goemon and jigen being superstitious and not getting involved was hilarious. lupin and fujiko are so delightful when they work together. I was confused bc I really was expecting the whole possession thing to be a ploy by lupin and fujiko to stick it to the other 2 for not helping and being superstitious but nope apparently lupin really did get possessed? hilarious. 10/10

ep 8 - lbr lupin is a horse boy theres a lot of horse stuff in lupin. anything on a train is a lot of fun. wacky shit

ep 9 - oh this was a lot of fun. I love that the old guy was duping them and it wasn’t revealed until a lot later. and of course fujiko was involved bc when there’s a rich old guy, fujiko can be reliably found trying her best to steal his money

ep 10 - this episode was fucking hilarious. the villain guy has my favorite dub voice so far lmao. the belt bomb was wacky fun. the boys dressed as zeni was HILARIOUS I love them all. this is the ep w/the ‘WHO WANTS CHICKEN NUGGETS???’ line iirc which is just amazing, possibly the best dub line.

ep 11 - lupin is so dumb I love him. the casino scenes were fucking hilarious, especially goemon LMAOOO ‘transcend...’ ‘I have no choice, I must kill myself’ LMAO and when they lose all their stuff and leave the casino in their underwear...we stan a dumbass polycule

ep 12 - oh this was fun. I love zeni. and also I love the lupin polycule (aka fujiko’s malewives). I loved that the end was that the fancy wine was gross af lmaoooo

ep 13 - fucking hilarious turn of events leads to lupin chasing zenigata around, 10/10. why is there so much Complete Bullshit Technology involving teeth (i’m looking at you, that one movie where lupin had that pill in a fake tooth or w/e? wtf was that).

ep 14 - once again some supernatural BS w/weird green zombies. some part II eps are SUPER weird, others are particularly batshit/confusing - this was both. the swarm of evil hummingbirds was Sure Something.

ep 15 - maybe the best title so far - ‘the Case of the Risible Dirigible.’ It cracks me up that these eps have like 4 different titles each. ruth was very disappointed that he was actually called sherlock holmes and not herlock sholmes. which, same. I love how clever the lupin gang was in this, I love when they do bullshit disguises, especially when they all get roped in, not just lupin.

ep 16 - THIS was one of those completely batshit eps that had ruth and I saying ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON???’ many times. the entire premise is so fucking weird and I wasn’t even gonna be shocked if they played it str8 that lupin was werewolf-ing into a murderer at midnight lmao. I love how this played out tho, especially the scene where lupin is like ‘I guess you guys have to kill me’ and goemon and jigen are like ‘ok fine’ but then lupin defends himself instinctually and jigen says ‘kill your own damn self’ hbvhajkuhdfsahbsakdfk I love him I love them.

ep 17 - I like how a lot of other IIIrd’s show up lmao. the scene where they’re all gonna be burned at the stake and fujiko is like NVM DONT KILL ME and the boys are like BOOOO U COWARDDD was hilarious lmao.

ep 18 - this was another ‘WHAT THE FUUUUCK IS HAPPENING’ ep, maybe the Most one so far. bc WHAT THE FUCK LMAO that was fucking trippy. the nudist colony didn’t feature as heavily as I would’ve assumed lmao. even the one-off side characters were weird as fuck, what was up w/that. The ending where the boys sing happy birthday to fujiko was REALLY cute.

ep 19 - wacky episode. the villain jotaro (LMAO) was especially weird. goemon failing to cut stuff is one of my favorite things.

ep 20 - when I saw that there was an ep called ‘hell toupee’ I was like oh lmao that sounds hilarious can’t wait. little did I know this would be by far the most serious episode so far LMAO. I certaintly didn’t expect pseudo-nazis. I liked this one a lot, part II truly has the RANGE to do hilarious, weird bullshit, but also heartfelt serious stuff. lupin and fujiko were so so good, and so were jigen and goemon lmao the convo where goemon says ‘are we too career oriented?’ cracked me up. they’re all dating tyvm

ep 21 - goemon episode!!! I love him sm. I love that this was like a more PG version of goemon’s bloodspray, where goemon must face a foe and fujiko is like ‘lol bye’ and jigen and lupin stay to watch/cheer their man on. the conclusion where goemon uses his sword to strike the dude w/lightening was fucking epic

ep 22 - this is the episode that answers the age old question “does daisuke jigen is gay?” the answer is yes, that man is full limp wristed. it was so funny that jigen showed literally -100% interest in the women and was mostly concerned about his husband getting roped into a weird cult. and then he left to hang out w/his bf, and jigen and goemon were really cute and fun this ep. also lupin and zenigata hanging out was great lmaoooo

ep 23 - this one was fuckin weird. basically nothing happened in the first half of the ep LMAOOOO. lupin just got horny and jumped out a window. what the FUCK was up w/the tech this ep, w/the weird chess playing robot that never got explained, and the weird hologram fujiko that also never got explained??? hello?? isn’t this set in the 70s???? okay then! I can’t believe there’s continuity, they actually referenced the Egypt episode from earlier in the show. I'm impressed!

ep 24 - this ep had some fucking FANTASTIC quotes lmaoooo ‘that’s grandpas suppository holder!’ ‘goemon ishikawa is in the house’ LMAOO goemon was iconic this ep. the ending was cute. that rat guy made some WEIRD fuckin noises. zenigata was str8 up MANIC this ep lmaooooo

ep 25 - so many wacky hijinks! I love how the lads spent half this ep running around in various states of undress, panicking. The balloon at the end gave me team rocket vibes lol. I always love when goemons weird traditional underwear makes an appearance

ep 26 - in this episode, jigen catches a bout of heterosexuality. As Ruth says - ‘part 2 dub jigen is bi. Other Jigens are gay.’ It’s true tbh after this ep I feel like jigen is 95% gay 5% str8. Anyways jigen was smooth as hell in this ep...also this was way more serious/sad than I anticipated. The part when jigen hesitated before shooting the car’s tire out, knowing that he wouldn’t miss...augh. That was a bittersweet victory. Also wow they all str8 up died oof. Also wtf happened w/fujiko being held captive, that went entirely unresolved. Also jigen and lupin fighting each other and thinking the other was the bad guy disguised? Spicy. Then realizing and confirming their identities w/gay coin shenanigans? Even better. Aaaaalso lupin and goemon hanging out this ep was sooo delightful...they’re so cute. Also fujiko going all the way to japan to get Japanese food for goemon?! SO cute, I love this polycule sm. Great ep.

ep 27 - lupin gets a kid against his will lmao. a lot of this ep was just lupin + jigen gay fatherhood adventures which was fun. the part where they rob a bank like classic robbers/thieves was novel lol. the part towards the end when things get all trippy briefly was unexpected and wild. also NEW OPENING HOLY SHIT i fucking ADORE the new op, it's so artsy and FUN in the exact way that I love, so much cool dynamic movement and action, amazing colors, fun transitions...plus this version of the song is GREAT. i love it sooo so much

ep 28 - oh man this was fun. I love when things get really law-focused, and we get occasional eps like this where we see a lot of it from the law enforcement perspective. I love all the trickery and melon was awesome and cool, epic girlboss right there.

ep 29 - have I mentioned yet how much I love all the ridiculous pun titles for the dubbed eps? bc I love them. anyways, I have been waiting SO LONG to see the context for the clip of lupin and jigen floating around w/weird sound fx vbajkdshjfbakhshf and it’s FINALLY HERE im so glad. also tbh context doesn’t help much bc they just start talking about how lupin and jigen can levitate now and never really show us any backstory on this LMAO I wouldn’t have it any other way. I liked this ep, the trickery was top notch. I like how we as the audience were pretty easily able to clock the fake lupin and jigen in that one scene where they torture the guy even tho it wasn’t previously revealed bc the fact that they’re torturing some guy is pretty out of character for them. and also all the floating stuff was fucking hysterical

ep 30 - oh man I love any instance where lupin and zenigata are forced to team up, it’s so much fun. this was great, even though the entire premise was barely believable in the first place and just kept getting more absurd

ep 31 - this ep wins the award for the most confusing and batshit episode so far, by a large margin! we spent most of this ep saying WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON??? and that feeling didn’t really lessen as the ep continued. I feel like the pacing was completely insane, and there was so little setup that I had zero idea what ANY of the characters motivations were the entire time...

ep 32 - this ep was GREAT oh my god. I love a good ole presumed-dead trope and I ESPECIALLY love when the death is played mostly for laughs lol. everyone’s reactions to lupin dying were hilarious, yet also sad, but still hilarious? it was a perfectly balanced line, basically. like, the part towards the beginning when jigen tells lupin not to even joke about dying made me sad, and same w/the part when jigen says that the doctor has to try to fix lupin...and then it was SO fucking funny when jigen and goemon just run out of the room and jigen starts shooting random streetlights and goemon starts cutting down trees, both while crying, and then the camera pans out to show a bunch of random people watching in confusion vbkjadbhfkhsnbdfhk that was peak comedy. same w/zenigata slapping cuffs on that officer and running out of the room while firing his gun and making Zenigata Noises(tm). like, it was :( to see them all reacting so strongly, but we all know lupin isn’t really dead, so that just helped to make it hilarious. also the part where lupin is underwater and dumps those pills in his mouth? complete bullshit hvahbjsdkfbks lmao.

ep 33 - this was a fun ep! the cold open was great. I love when there’s emphasis on the scheming and sneaking around aspect of the thieving. I love how fujiko is usually the one to win big in the end...most of the time. the japanese guy having a brooklyn accent was hilarious.

ep 34 - this ep was AMAZING lmao oh my god. I automatically love any ep that has weird supernatural BS w/little fanfare, like the zombies ep and the one w/the egyptian spirit possessing lupin. this was amazing, vampire lupin was a delight, I love the dumb way he talked and how he kept doing the ‘nyaaaah!!! }:)’ thing. the ‘jesus christ’s secret evil vampire twin sister’ plot twist was fucking WILD I literally am still reeling hbvjadksfksl. the part where fujiko was disguised as a random elvis impersonator was equally wild and had me reeling too, this ep was just...A Lot (but in the best of ways). I love the return of jigen and goemon being superstitious. also it was really cute when they were like ‘no, we have the help lupin, he’s our friend!’ awww they all love each other <3 unlike the ep where he got possessed, lupin actually WAS faking being a vampire, and clearly having a great time doing so. they seemed to imply that she actually WAS a vampire tho, which is wild. again, I adore how this show barely touches on these weird supernatural occurrences, and just kinda trucks on w/the plot lmao. anyways I loved this ep 10/10

ep 35 - I feel like every ep of this show starts out w/me and ruth going ‘what the fuck is happening!??!’ and this is no exception. this ep was very wack lmao, I feel like fujiko was more of an enemy here than usual, the whole ‘dress up as gorillas’ thing was wild, like...2 of the gorillas were dudes in suits but there was one actual gorilla in the mix?? for some reason?? what...

ep 36 - I love when the english dub npcs have the weirdest fucking accents lmao like the flashback of that japanese couple and they just sound like white bread american greek life college kids hvhbjkhsdbfksn. anyways I thought it was cute that lupin did this whole job for goemon even tho he clearly wasn’t that into it but he loves goemon so he’ll do it anyways aww. poor jigen didn’t have a good time. the ninjas were fun

ep 37 - lupin and jigen are so married I love them. also I loved goemon and fujiko doing a job together, they’re so cute. and I really liked when the polycule came together at the end and all teamed up together aww. it was wild that they accidentally robbed a bank lmaoooo.

ep 38 - this was wild lmao, zeni was so good...hes such a good dad awww when it seemed lupin died and he swam over like ‘doesn’t anyone else here care about him!?’ DAD....also towards the end I was thinking ‘this is an unusual lupin ep, they haven’t even alluded to stealing anything yet’ and then like 2 seconds later it’s revealed that the whole thing is a ploy for them to steal something, which figures lol. the polycule was cute af at the end

ep 39 - this episode was fucking weird lmao. but also I feel like that’s true for every episode. every good anime needs a chicken episode. lupin and jigen in disguise at the beginning was cute.

ep 40 - this episode had such an intense back and forth between the gang and zenigata tbh? zeni was on top of his game for sure, but the squad still managed to come out on top. that's the power of the polycule baby. I liked that the stakes were so high/intense in this, and that the whole episode was basically the heist. a lot of eps have a bunch of weird goofy stuff at the beginning before the actual thieving starts but this one didn't. also some great polycule content 10/10

ep 41 - THE GENDER EPISODDEEEEE as ruth calls it. I love this one lmao. Its not really up to the modern standard of progressiveness but it also wasn't as bad as I thought it would be tbh. some really funny scenarios, and I loved lupin and fujikos dynamic lmao. It was so fun seeing lupin playing fujiko’s game. also lupin is Big Gender tbh, especially in this ep. I enjoyed the references to ‘some like it hot’ too lmao.

someday we will watch more and ill continue this. til next time!

#guesssss what i found in my drafts!#so many incomplete liveblogs. classic #lj watches lupin iii #lupin iii

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 4 years ago

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Let's Call It Funny

Prompt: Hi! If you know about those gen z peter parker posts, could your write something based on that? With Steve Getting It (tm) because fatalistic nihilism in humor tended to show up during the world wars and we’re seeing a reflection of that now? Sorry- I just think it’d make great options for steve and peter bonding, and dad!tony but actual emotions (gasp!) You can totally ignore this if you want!

Don't ever apologize for giving me such a great ask

Read on Ao3 Part 2

Warnings: uhhh gen z humor

Pairings: none! all found family in this bitch

Word Count: 2529

Here’s the thing about humor. It’s not necessarily that one generation is any funnier than another, it’s just that high school kids are perpetually the funniest people alive. Something about being in a pressure cooker of an environment with a bunch of other people whose bodies are changing in new unpredictable ways whilst having very little say in how their lives go creates humor. Gasp of shock, right?

So basically what Peter’s trying to say is that he’s fucking hilarious.

Come on, not only does he have the default high schooler stuff, he’s also gay, which gives him an instant bonus. He’s trans, which opens up a whole new subset of humor for him to explore. He’s neurodivergent as fuck, and we all know that makes people funny as hell. And if that weren’t enough, he’s severely traumatized and he’s Spider-Man.

Peter Parker is funny as hell.

What is truly devastating—and really, it’s their loss—is that so few people seem to appreciate it.

Ned gets it. Ned’s not someone Peter would expect to not get it, just because hey, it’s Ned. They’ve met each other in the hallways and been like ‘hey! You’re still alive! Congrats on having a body!’ Only for the other one to go ‘hey! You’re alive too! I wish I had an intangible form!’

Because bodies are stupid and evolution really fucked us over but at least we’re not horses.

A solid 50% of their interactions are just quoting John Mulaney and Bo Burnham bits back and forth at each other. Peter’s never gonna forget the day they both had detention and had to watch that stupid Cap PSA—it’s propaganda, you Nazi fuckwits—and something reminded them of the ‘horse loose in a hospital’ bit and they just did it. Full out. Stood up and did the actions and everything. The rest of the room was either trying to do it with them—and failing, because they didn’t have nearly enough practice—or looking so confused. The security guard—Paul, he’s great—just looked at them blearily after they finished and went:

“I mean, you kids are right, but you’re not supposed to talk in detention.”

Well, excuse them for trying to make it more entertaining for everyone.

MJ gets it. If Peter’s being honest, he learned most of his humor from her. She is the master and it is an honor to study in her wake. He’s definitely hijacked the asking whether or not anything’s actually meaningful existentialism jokes and they’ve wormed their way into his day-to-day repertoire.

“Why are you late, Mr. Parker?”

“Time is a social construct, Mrs. B, none of us are ever late or early except in the subjective spacetime paths. The limits of our sensory perception make it so we can’t tell if anything is real, let alone whether or not they conform to some arbitrary definition of ‘time.’”

“…just sit down, Peter.”

See? It works.

Aunt May gets…worried.

Sure, they’ve actually talked about when Peter needs help and wants to reach out and when he’s just making jokes off the cuff because hey, humor’s a great coping mechanism or it’s just a joke and not that serious. Peter loves his Aunt May, so so so much, and the last thing he wants to do is really worry her. And she’s gotten pretty good at figuring out when he’s just joking and when he’s spiraling.

Sometimes, though…

“Peter,” Aunt May calls from the kitchen, “did you remember to stop by the store on your way home?”

Peter freezes halfway through the door.

“Peter?”

He swallows. “…no.”

“Why not?”

“Because I am too stressed and consumed by the swirling pit of blackness deep in my soul to remember my head is connected to my body, let alone remember to go to the store.”

Silence.

“…Aunt May?”

“Do you want to drop off your stuff and then go to the store?”

“…yeah, please.”

“Love you, Pete.”

“Love you!”

“Try to remember that you’ve got arms so you can pick stuff up.”

“Got it!”

See? It’s fine.

The Avengers don’t get it. Like, at all.

Natasha and Clint like, sorta get it? They make the same jokes all the time when they think Peter can’t hear them, which—come on, you guys are super spies, surely you know people are gonna hear you when they’re gonna hear you. Natasha will make a crack about something, Clint will laugh and shove her shoulder. It’s their dynamic, we get it. But when Peter does it…

“Hey, Baby Spider?”

Peter sticks his head up from the ceiling. “Yeah?”

“Where’re you crawling off to?”

“I’m gonna go hide in the garage.”

Natasha blinks up at him. “Why?”

“Because if I get crushed by the airlock doors then I won’t have to do my paper tomorrow.”

Silence. Natasha’s mask is too good for Peter to actually see what’s going on with her, let alone from this angle, but silence isn’t good.

“Nat—oof!”

Something blurs out of the vent nearby and tackles him down onto the couch.

“Clint!”

“Nope,” Clint mutters, wrapping Peter up in a hug as Natasha comes to join them. “You’re staying with us now, Pete.”

“Guys, I’m fine.”

“Peter,” Natasha says softly, “don’t joke about that, you’ll make us worry.”

“I don’t wanna do that,” Peter mumbles, “but it’s fine.”

“Coping mechanism, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s got too many brain cells to do that,” Clint says, ruffling Peter’s hair.

“Stark has a lot of brain cells, you see what good that does him?”

“Hmm. Guess you’re gonna have to stay awhile, Pete.”

There are worse fates. Definitely.

Thor just kind of gets confused by it. He acts like Peter isn’t going to be absolutely fine because there’s no need to do anything like that. No, Peter, you don’t have to put the bleach in first into your cereal, there’s plenty of milk left over. No, Peter, you don’t have to throw yourself off the roof because your laptop is freezing, Stark has so many just lying around. No, Peter, you don’t have to pack a rucksack and run away to the Alps and live like a recluse, come here and get a hug.

Peter suspects Thor’s playing dumb on purpose. The man is smart as hell, there’s no way all of this is flying over his head. And honestly, it warms his heart a little bit when he sees Thor’s sincere, concerned look when he thinks Peter’s not looking.

Banner and Rhodey just kinda shake their heads and move on. They’re used to it. They live and work with some of the most dramatic fucking people in the goddamn universe, they’re used to a little bit of extra humor. Occasionally one of them will give him a look that says he’s pushing his luck, but that’s not often. Less often now ‘cause he knows what he can get away with. He’s also seen them hiding smiles behind their hands or poorly disguised coughs. They’re not as slick as they think they are.

Tony.

Tony is the fucking worst.

Peter can’t get away with so much as sighing too hard before Iron Dad™ is swooping in all soft words and concerned touches. Jesus. You’d think he’d get it, he uses humor as a coping mechanism too, goddamnit, why is he so worried about Peter?

Okay, fine, he knows why.

MJ’s over at the Tower, having another one of her ‘sketch people in crisis’ appointments with Natasha. Peter is coming off of a 32-hour caffeine rush and is violently wishing for death. Tony is in the kitchen doing…something.

“Hey, do you think bleach would make a good smoothie?”

Tony wheels around to see MJ pulling a glass out of the cupboard.

“Kid—“

“Sounds like a filling breakfast,” Peter groans, “can you make me one too?”

“…I’m legitimately concerned,” comes Tony’s mutter.

MJ ignores him. “Who’s the bitch on your forehead?”

Peter rubs absentmindedly at the massive knot on his head, courtesy of a wall that rudely decided to move at the last second while Peter was attempting to walk through a doorway. “He’s called DJ Braindeath and he’s my only friend in the world.”

“Peter—“

“Oh did you meet him at the furry convention?"

“Technically it’d be a buggie convention.”

“What the hell are you two talking about?”

“The pantry doesn’t have good coffee, I’m going to Starbucks.” MJ grabs her bag. “You want anything?”

“A will to live?”

“Peter, what the fuck—“

“Oof, I’ve only got like…20 bucks.”

Peter lets his head drop back to the counter. “Then just leave me here to die.”

“Can I have champagne at your funeral?”

“I’ll be dead, I won’t fucking care.”

“God, I wish that were me.”

Then MJ’s gone and Peter gets treated to a 20-minute conversation with a very concerned Tony Stark that he doesn’t remember most of because hey caffeine crashes aren’t fun.

He definitely does it on purpose sometimes just to wind Tony up. Like there’s this one incident with an interview he does as Spider-Man and he gets asked what he thinks about Tony Stark’s newest intern, Peter Parker.

“That boy’s an embarrassment, just…complete failure. Can’t speak without stuttering through every other word and self-esteem issues all over the place. Also looks like he got dressed in the dark.”

The reporter had awkwardly moved on to another question. The interview aired later that day while Peter was at the Tower. Tony sat next to him on the couch about halfway through.

“You look good, Pete.”

Peter had mumbled halfheartedly, only to hear the reporter ask the same question.

“See, that’s the problem with having a secret identity, you don’t…” Tony trailed off as he heard the answer.

Peter snorted as Spider-Man finished talking. “Say that to my face, you bitch, get a real job. At least I don’t look like someone vomited silly string all over my spandex.”

“Are you okay?”

See? Fun.

The only one he’s made a conscious effort to not be this funny around is Steve.

Because, okay, here’s the thing. Steve’s disappointed look has no effect on him anymore. He’s immune, motherfuckers, he’s had detention too many times for it to still work. Here’s the other thing: Steve doesn’t actually use that tone of voice that often. It’s this meticulously crafted image he plays up in interviews because it catches all the bad guys so off guard when Captain America is suddenly swearing a blue streak at them and telling them to go fuck themselves in, honestly, quite creative ways. The sincere Steve Rogers disappointment and concern still very much works. Also doesn’t help that Steve does caring so fucking well, like…who gave him the right to say a few things and hold Peter like he’s something precious and do the quick one-two punch of saying a super sincere compliment and following it up with ‘I love you.’ Who did that? It’s rude. Stop it.

And yeah, Steve’s the resident Mom at the Ready. It’s a risk to even sit on your bed looking sad ‘cause here he comes, wearing something snuggly and saying ‘hey’ in that stupid, stupid compassionate voice. So Peter knows he’s just gonna end up crying from too much soft if Steve actually gets concerned. Which won’t be fair because he’s gonna try and explain that he’s fine and it’s just his sense of humor while crying. Yeah, like that’s gonna be believable.

So he’s trying not to but damnit it’s hard.

Then he walks into the kitchen one day to see Steve struggling with the toaster.

It’s one of Tony’s new prototypes—which means that anyone struggling with it is so fair—and from the looks of it, it’s managed to not only burn the bread to a crisp, but also mangle the slices beyond recognizable shape.

Peter’s not paying that much attention. He’s on his phone, heading towards his spot in the corner with the beanbag chairs and definitely doesn’t recognize Steve as he goes.

He only plops down and hears someone declare, in a completely deadpan voice: “There is no point to existing at all.”

“Oh, mood.”

He doesn’t think much of it. He doesn’t even know who said that, that’s how hyper-focused he is right now. He hears the others come in and feels Clint plonk down next to him.

“Hey, Pete.”

“Sah, dude.”

“Just vibing. Did I do it right?”

“Yeah, man you’re going great.”

“You teach Thor ‘yeet’ yet?”

“We’re getting there.”

“Steve,” he hears Tony call from the kitchen, “what the fuck did you do?”

“Language.”

“Don’t fucking talk to me about language when you’re making toast that looks like a goddamn welder’s table, what is that?”

“Your prototype’s work, I imagine.”

“How did you even—“

Clint chuckles next to him as the two of them start fondly bickering. Peter’s too busy speedrunning the five stages of grief in his head.

Did…did Steve say the thing about there being no point to existence at all?

No…no way.

He must be imagining things.

Then, of course, there’s a chime on his phone.

Ned: Did u do the bio hw?

There was bio homework?

Ned: yeah, due at noon

“I now know why God abandoned this timeline and when will death come to take me?”

The room goes silent.

Shit.

“Peter,” Clint says, “it’s gonna be fine, you can do bio homework in your sleep—“

“Are you okay?” Ah, that’s Thor.

“Kid—“

And Nat, and Tony’s probably rushing over here as he speaks.

Then there’s another voice.

“We can only pray the reaper arrives early for his appointment with us, kid.”

Peter’s head snaps up.

Steve.

Steve fucking Rogers raises a coffee cup at him in salute and takes a sip. He makes a face.

“…that was definitely salt,” he mutters, before shrugging and downing the whole thing.

…what?

Peter’s still staring at him until he catches his gaze and winks.

Oh, fuck yes.

“Steven Grant Rogers,” Tony says, hands on his hips, “explain.”

Steve just gives him a look. “I grew up in the Great Depression, Tony, and I was in the army. You don’t think I have a fatalistic sense of humor?”

“Plus the fact that most of my generation is resorting to types of humor found when death and stress are so ever-present that you have to joke about it says something,” Peter adds, “doesn’t it?”

Steve raises his cup again. “See? He gets it.”

And just like that, the bond between Peter Parker and Steve Rogers was written, formed, and sealed in salt and existentialist depression.

“There’s two of you,” Tony mumbles, “oh my god, there’s two of you.”

“Oh, you just wait ’til Buck and Sam get back.”

Peter can’t fucking wait.

#marvel #mcu #avengers #spider man #peter parker #fic #dragonbabbles

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notprofessionalwriting · 4 years ago

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. 1:47am . - Part Two

DAMAGED GOODS

Corpse Husband X FemReader

Summary: After accidentally calling Corpse, Y/N and him are trying to not be awkward in a park, so they play 20 questions. Corpse won’t let Y/N forget she ignored his 8ball request (she 100% did)

Warnings: slight angst if you squint, cursing, mentions of car accidents and guns being pulled

A/N: i literally cant believe anyone read part one, thank you sm for the nice words and stuff :)

Part 2 of ????

PART ONE

3:46am

You were sitting on a park bench with your skateboard next to you. The world around you was quiet, other than the occasional car speeding down the busy road next to the park. You pulled out your phone and checked your notifications, nothing. The last text you got was 10 minutes ago from Corpse saying he was on his way.

“What the fuck am I doing?” you questioned yourself as you looked down at your board. It’s from junior year of high school. It was a beaten up Black Label skateboard, one that your crush from high school picked out for you. The only time you ever actually used it was when the two of you rode your boards together downtown after school. That was until he then began dating your other friend - then you never touched it again.

Your gaze never parted from the board until your phone buzzed as your phone screen lit up. A text from Corpse appearing across your screen.

3:48am

Corpse: here.

You lifted your head and looked around in the darkness. The park around you is completely empty, the swings standing lifeless as the grim night air creeps around you. A slight chill makes it’s way up your spine and you began thinking to yourself, ‘am I going to be fucking murdered?’ The fear began to sneak upon you, your skin now crawling. Eventually, you heard the sound of a skateboard rolling towards you. Slowly, you’re able to make out the figure on the board as it begins to approach you.

Tall, slender build, curly hair hid under a beanie, dressed in all black with a pullover hoodie. They effortlessly rode the board until their foot touched the ground, the board now stopped before you. They had a mask on, hiding most of their facial features aside their eyes and up. You were in shock, this is the first time you’ve seen him in person. In fact, you weren’t even sure if Sykkuno ever actually met up with him, despite living in the same city. Your nerves began to creep up more as you studied what features of him were available to view. So far, you declared he has the prettiest set of brown eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Hey, y/n.” he spoke quietly, his deep voice erupting into the eerie night air. He stepped off his board and sat next to you onto the bench.

“Hey, Corpse” you responded while giving him a small smile, looking down at your hands and twiddling with them. You were nervous being in his presence. Something about how mysterious he’s always been caused you to feel intimidated. Though, in person, you saw how anxious and awkward he actually was. He wasn’t looking you in the eyes, his hands were stuffed in his pocket and wait- was he shaking? This all made you wonder, why were you so nervous?

He let out a breathy laugh and turned to face you, studying your features. You felt blush begin to rise to your cheeks. His high pitch laughter was one you had originally only heard through your headphones in-game, hearing it in person was a whole different experience.

“You nervous?” he questioned you

“Uhh,” you locked eyes to him, you could tell he was smirking underneath his face mask with the way his eyes moved, “yeah actually, really fucking nervous honestly.”

“Me too,” he chuckled and leaned forward, not making eye contact with you anymore. He rested his arms on his knees, “really fucking nervous.”

“Why?” you let your eyes rest on his figure, studying his movements as he adjusted his beanie and anxious pulled his sleeves down to cover his hands.

“It’s the first time I’ve been out of my apartment in fuckin’ days,” he slumped into the bench now while looking off into the nighttime, “Plus I haven’t seen more than half of my friends in person. Uhh, actually all of my friends.”

“Well, ain’t I special?” you said, confusion festering inside of you. You felt yourself so intrigued by every movement and word that let his mouth. You wanted to watch him and listen to him talk for hours. What the fuck is happening?

He looked over at you, yet another smirk hiding underneath his mask, “I wanted to ask you in person…”, he adjusted his seating to now face you again, “Why the fuck did you ignore my 8-Ball request?”

You stared deadpan, another laugh escaping you, “No fucking way. I totally fucking responded to that.”

“No you didn’t,” he quickly responded, “you definitely didn’t.”

“You brought me in the middle of a park at basically 4am to argue about 8-Ball?” You questioned him, watching his features soften more. A smile grew upon his face, brightening what you could see of his face.

“Yes, yes I did actually.” You didn’t respond, instead you squinted your eyes and stared at him. “I-uh- I wanted to also, you know, actually talk to you?” He mumbled, “We never actually talk. Plus, you called ME at wee fucking hours in the mornin. Don’t you spin this around on me.”

“It was an accident!!” You retorted, laughter escaping your lips so easily it felt natural to be sitting and laughing on a bench with him, “I didn’t mean to be weird and randomly call you!”

He moved slightly close to you, slowly closing some of the space between the two of you, “Well, I was the weird one and asked you to hang out at 3am, so we’re even I guess.”

You could smell his cologne and aftershave, and fuck it smelled amazing. He continued to mess with the sleeves of his hoodie, pulling them over his hands and tucking them anxiously in his pockets.

“Okay, okay, my turn. What made you ask me to ‘chill’ in this park?”

You studied him, awaiting his response. “Same reason you ‘accidentally’ called me,” he said, putting air quotation marks over the word accidentally.

“Oh?” you jokingly questioned him, “and what’s that?”

You wondered what he looked like under the mask. You wondered how his hair looks under his beanie. You wondered if he smelled even better under the layers of his hoodie and what appeared to be another sweatshirt underneath. Your mind began to wonder how his voice sounded like when he first woke up, or what he sounded like when he was half asleep. More thoughts began to dance throughout your head as you stared at him, looking at his eyes which showed he was smiling under his mask.

“I wanted to get to know you better. Ya’know, actually talk and stuff.” He responded, breaking the shared eye contact and looking around you.

“And stuff?” you giggled, watching his nervous reaction. His hands were stuffed in his jacket pocket again.

“I don’t fucking know, what do normal socially inclined people do?”

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4:11am

“Okay, how about this,” you spoke into the uncomfortable silence that fell between the two of you after you ran out of small talk. You two were staring at each other, motionless. “20 questions?”

“20 questions?” he questioned you, narrowing his eyebrows in confusion

“Yeah, why not?” you laughed nervously, something about him made your nerves on high alert, “you start!”

You positioned yourself to face him on the bench, crossing your legs in front of you and resting your arms on your legs. You gauged his reaction, the look of confusion flooding his face.

“Uhhhhhh,” he turned to face you, mimicking the way you were sitting - crossing his legs in front of him on the bench, “uhh- i don’t fucking know, favorite color?”

“Blue!” you exclaimed, “I’ve always loved darker shades of blue, like turquoise or- well it’s not blue-blue but aquamarine too.”

“Aquamarine? That’s a fancy color, heh. Guess mine.”

“Black?” you giggled, looking his outfit up and down, it was about fifty shades of black.

He laughed his signature high pitched laughter, adjusting his sleeves to again cover his hands, “Correct. How did you guess?”

“Oh just a hunch, that’s all. It’s your turn.”

“Uhhh,” he pulled out his phone and began typing rapidly. You stared at his hands, luminated from his phone screen. His chipped black nail polish was uneven on his nails, his rings shining bright against the light. His hands were veiny, you found yourself unable to look away, “I’m ass at these things, so lemme google something.” He began clicking rapidly, “…. Okay okay I’m ready. Got some questions and all” He held his phone up to hide the questions as he stared at them.

“That’s cheating!” you giggled, reaching for his phone, “you’re a fucking cheater!”

“No, no, no, there are no rules. You did not say any rules. No rules! Ahem- okay.” he cleared his throat, scrolling through the question list, “holy fuck these questions. Ok- okay this one is good. So, ahem,” he put on a fake announcer voice, causing you to giggle even more, “Have you ever been in a car accident — and it was your fault?”

“Well damn,” you laughed, “where the fuck did you find these questions?”

“Hey man, I didn’t write the question. Anyway, you gotta answer it. Spill the beans, hunny”

“Oh geez, well yes, I have been in a car accident, no I didn’t cause it.” You watched as his face softened, a look of sorrow clouding his dark eyes, “It was when I was in high school. A friend of mine- an old friend- was driving and another car blew a red light. It was a minor accident. No one was hurt or anything, but it fucked with my anxiety for a while. I still hate driving now. So I prefer public transportation.”

“Oh fuck- I’m glad you’re okay- jesus fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Honestly, I was paranoid about any cars. I refused to get in them for about a year, but I’m able to drive now, no worries. Anyway- your turn.”

“I for one, have never been in a car accident, thankfully. However, I have had a gun pulled on me inside of my car, if that counts.”

“You WHAT?” you interrupted him, leaning closer to him, “ex-fucking-cuse me?” His nonchalant way about talking about that baffled you.

He giggled, how was he giggling over this? “Yeah it was fucking wild man, straight fucking wild. I lived though.”

“Okay, my turn. Why the fuck did you have a gun pulled on you?”

“You’re not letting that go, huh?”

“NO.” You shot back at him, “that’s fucking nuts.”

“It happened so fast, I can barely recall most of it. Guy tried to rob me, but I’m too fucking broke and didn’t have anything. Threatened to blow my head off, then fucking left. I still don’t know why the fuck he picked me. Do I even appear to look like I have any sort of value? But I lived, so there’s that.”

“Oh my fucking god.” That’s all you could manage to say, the thought of anything bad happening to him now begins to worry you. You have the strong urge to protect him from all evil, at any costs.

“Yeah- straight fucking nuts. Anyway, my turn.” He began to scroll through the questions pulled up on his phone, letting out hmms and huuhs? until he finds a question that he deems worth asking, “What embarrasses you the most and/or what’s been your most embarrassing moment?”

“Hmmmm,” you took a moment to ponder the question, there’s a lot of things you’ve done that really embarrass yourself, “Okay so I was on a date with this guy I was really into in college, like I loved this guy before we even went out.”

“Was he cute?” Corpse asked, resting his elbows on his legs and his head on his hands, a pensive stare in his eyes as he peered at you.

“Uhhhh, really fucking cute actually….,” you were lost in his eyes, you couldn’t make out the rest of his face, but you’ve declared him as one of the most attractive people you’ve seen, “... uh anyway, so we were out on a date-”

“I can’t relate.” he interrupted, laughing again.

“Huh?” you, again, we snapped out of your story.

“Being on asked dates, can’t relate. I have never been asked on a date.”

“I don’t believe that. Anyway-”

“O really? I legit have never been asked out on a date,” he let out a breathy laugh, “I’ll let you finish though.”

“Well this isn’t a good date, anyway we were at the movies on a date and it happens to be the same exact movie theater his ex was at. Same movie, same time, same everything.”

“Oh no…” Corpse knew exactly where this was headed.

“Yuuupp, it was a ploy to run into his ex-girlfriend. They ended up getting back together right after that happened. Exact reason I hate the entire Purge series now.”

“Evil. Straight fucken evil. I’m sorry.” he leaned his hand over to lay it on your leg, “that’s actually fucked.”

He was touching you. His hand was on your leg, right above your knee. You felt the sensation of touch shoot up from your leg to your stomach. Your heart began pounding a thousand beats a second. Why were you acting this way? Why was your heart racing at an innocent touch to express sorrow? You tried your best to ignore it.

You shrugged, although it still has taken a major shot to your self esteem, “I mean, it still stings but they have two kids now so, good for them I guess.”

“At least you’re not spending the money on diapers now,” he laughed, moving his hand away and giving you finger guns, “that shit is outrageous.” That was the cutest shit you’ve ever seen.

“Okaay, my turn. So have you really never been asked on a date?” You watched his reaction, he quickly rubbed the back of his head again, letting out an anxious laugh.

“I mean, I’ve been on dates with my ex before and like, two other people, but I was the one to always ask ya’know. I never had anyone take interest in me first. I’m always the initiator. It’s not really that deep though. I actually like not being bothered with relationship shit honestly. Anyway, my turn.”

Why did that upset you? You felt a ping in your heart. A ping of sadness. What’s wrong with you?

He scrolled through the questions a bit, searching for a good one to ask.

“Okay, this one isn’t as cringe, what's the luckiest thing that's ever happened to you?”

You thought for a moment, looking at him staring back at you. A smile forming underneath his mask despite the lack of sleep hitting you both. The early morning sky began to form around you two on the park bench, you couldn’t deny it, he was attractive. You couldn’t see his face fully, but his visible features were inviting. You wanted to see what he was hiding on the mask. He had warm eyes, curly mess hair, you imagined he was more attractive than you imagined under the mask. “Well, I’m sitting on a fucking park bench at like 5am with Corpse Husband. Completely unplanned, no sleep at all. Answering questions about our lives in the darkness. Totally random, almost face reveal and all.”

Wait what the fuck - were you just flirting with him? Why are you flirting with him? You couldn’t tell, but he seemed to blush.

“Oh shut the fuck up,” he laughed leaning over and playfully nudging your arm, “this is after you randomly called me, don’t forget that.”

“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!”

“I knew you never actually wanted to talk to me.”

“Ohmyfuckinggod.” you reached over and snatched the phone from his hand. In the process, you accidentally touched his hands, you felt another surge of butterflies rush through you again. You tried to brush them away and scrolled through the questions, “do you believe in soulmates?”

Of all questions, you asked that one. You wanted to smack yourself. What were you doing?

He raised his eyebrows, bringing his hands to his chin, rubbing the front part of his mask. You wondered what he looked like without the mask on again. Thoughts of his skin racing through your mind, “Huh. I don’t honestly. I don’t think anyone is truly meant for anyone. Love is fucking hard, yaknow? Sure you can be attracted and interested in someone. But to actually have a meaningful, fulfilling relationship, it doesn't just happen. You need to actually want it. Want to actually work and build with them. No one is someone’s actual soul mate. Don’t even get me started if someone dies.”

“Period sis,” you laughed, “I’d like to believe there’s someone for everyone though.” You were a hopeless romantic, it’s showing.

“My person is the one that probably was murdered or something,” he laughed, looking down at his pant legs, “I kinda gave up on relationships and shit anyway. I’m not really the ideal partner.”

“Why?” you didn’t mean to ask that immediately after he spoke, it slipped out

“It’s my turn, mam.” He laughed, taking his phone back, “ooooh here’s a goodie, when you can’t sleep at night, what keeps you awake?”

“Everything,” you blurted out, laughing, “fucking everything.”

“Mood.”

You paused for a moment, letting go on any filter you’ve had set, tiredness is setting in and you have no control over your words, “I always feel like I’m never really good enough, yaknow? Like I don’t really belong anywhere. I feel like I’m an outsider everywhere. I guess, I guess that’s what keeps me awake at night. Damn that got really fucking emo.”

He nodded, the two of you not speaking for a good minute. He finally broke the silence, “Yeah, yeah. I actually fully understand that feeling.”

“My turn,” you didn’t look at the phone this time, “so why did you give up on relationships? Or finding in love, or whatever.”

Why did you care so much? Why are you asking him this?

He took a deep breath, letting up a breathy chuckle, “Ah fuck, I-I don’t think I’ve ever talked about this before - like out loud.” He paused for a brief second, you were moments away from telling him it was fine without answering, but he continued on, “I- I don’t really see myself as a good partner honestly. Like, I don’t go outside much. I don’t show myself anywhere - that’s actually unfair to my partners. I can’t see myself being able to fully invest myself into a relationship either, I have so much other shit going on. My life it’s self is a fucking mess, I’m a fucking mess. I don’t deserve that sense of happiness either.”

“Why’s that?” You questioned him, staring into his eyes. Those big brown eyes shined back.

“I just don’t. I can’t go outside without fucken panicking, without worrying someone will find me. That’s why my ex left me. I couldn’t do anything with her, no, for her. She wanted to go out and do all of these lavish things, but me? I couldn’t. Literally would fucken panic at the thought. Hyperventilate, shake. What the fuck is wrong with me? I wouldn’t want any parts of that either. She got tired of waiting for me to fix myself and left. I can’t blame her, she had every right to. I can’t see myself committing to anything. I’m so accustomed to everyone leaving. I-I can’t put myself through that heartbreak. I don’t want to put myself through heartbreak again. I- I don’t know. I’m scared to get attached. I-”

You were staring at him, lost in his eyes. Lost in the emotion of his voice as he spoke. Raw, unfiltered, passionate, and real. Every croke as he spoke, every pause, stutter. Your heart was about to break. Who hurt him so badly that they caused him to feel broken? To feel betrayed? To feel so unloveable. You wanted to speak, but you were lost in him confessing his heart to you randomly on a park bench in the center of the city.

“Corpse,” you breathed out, watching the tears begin to well up in his eyes. Wait, he’s about to fucking cry. Holy shit. How do you calm a crying person? Do you even have tissues on you? You’re not prepared for this.

He turned his head away and cleared his throat, trying to hide his watering eyes, “Fuck I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean-uhhhhhh- fuck- uhhh, ignore me.”

“Corpse,” you again said, reaching over to grab his hand. You made contact with the top of his hand, feeling the top of his rings grace underneath your palm. His skin is soft and warm. How the fuck is his skin so soft? You wrapped your hand around his and you lost control, you squeezed his hand to let him know you were there. You were listening, processing his emotion. You were letting him know you cared.

“Thank you, y/n.” he looked back over at you, flipping his hand around so your palms are now touching. He intertwined your fingers together. His eyes are watering still, now vulnerable and more alive.

You were holding hands. Your heart began racing, you imagined it would jump out of your chest. He scooted himself directly next to you, your legs touching now. He rested his head on your shoulder, keeping your hands intertwined. His hair smelled like… was that cherry blossoms? His head was heavy on your shoulders, but it never felt so perfectly placed. He let out a deep sigh and you felt the breath on your shoulders. You began to panic inside, but it wasn’t a bad panic. It was a nervous panic.

“Of course,” you whisper, laying your head on top of his, “damaged goods gotta stick together.”

#corpse x reader #corpse husband #.stories.#notprofessionalwriting #corpse x y/n #corpse fanfic #corpse x you #screams internally

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guacameowle · 4 years ago

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Jumin Han’s Bad End 2 DLC - Notes / Opinion

Y’all know me. I have to take notes for everything I play or read or watch. I can’t help it. Here we have Jumin Han’s Bad End 2 DLC. The infamous bad end. The red shoes bad end. The “kinky” bad end, to some. Not my favorite bad end, but a memorable one. With that said, let’s dive in! Spoilers ahead!

Episode 1

This DLC has multiple endings! Interesting. Depending on how I answer will determine which end I get. This has me thinking there may be a way to get Jumin back onto a healthier relationship track? I will eventually aim to achieve both endings, though.

Jumin’s hand is fucking HUGE. MASSIVE. WHAT ARE THEY FEEDING HIM? Please hold while I scream at Kristan (jalaqueeno) about this. Holy shit.

It’s been one month since Jumin went to work. One whole month! Mr. Jumin Workaholic Han hasn’t gone to work in ONE MONTH! This man has made it his sole mission to keep you locked up & stay with you. Dude, like… why are you so obsessed with me~?

MANSION? They’re not in the penthouse anymore? I mean… there are worse cages to be kept in.

I am absolutely playing the answers that subtly suggest I am not ok with this new forced live-in situation.

HE’S TRACKING HOW MANY STEPS I’VE TAKEN. Wait until this man finds out I hate walking the mile…

Jumin continues to call this a game. Says he has a therapist on standby. Does he know that HE can use the therapist? In fact, I highly recommend it.

He says you can leave at any time. Color me suspicious. I don’t believe him for one second. How far is this “game” going?

MY PRECIOUS BABY DARLING SWEETIE PIE TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD WHOLESOME BEAUTY PERFECT CUPCAKE ELIZABETH 3RD HAS ARRIVED!

According to Jaehee, MC has been with Jumin for two months now.

Interesting how Jaehee makes a point to mention the mansion being untouched as this is where Jumin keeps his childhood toys. He brought you where he keeps his toys. Does he really see all of this as a game & you’re a toy? Can he snap out of it if you call for the game to end, or will there be backlash?

Some of these answer choices feel tricky. I’m trying to gently weasel my way out of this “game” without hurting anyone.

“Don’t say that to my master.” Listen, Jumin is my favorite man in this game, but that answer option physically made me cringe. Me? Call a man master? I could never. Not me. Not this bitch.

Wow. Ok. All this stuff with Jumin’s mom is moving fast. I can already see if he actually does lose her, it may make him hold onto MC that much more/harder. Maybe.

Woah woah woah. I know Jumin is acting a little suspicious & out of sorts, BUT AIN’T NO ONE MARRYING HIM EXCEPT ME. ALL RIGHT? I’ll fight. I know where to get a bomb…

Excuse me? A fitness trainer? Yeah........ about that. I’m going to have to leave. Sorry this situation didn’t work out between us Juju. Best of luck, though!

Episode 2

My room is kind of cute! Wait, why the fuck aren’t Jumin & I sharing a room? If I’m locked up & tracked, you better believe I’m sleeping next to that dick.

Send a message to space? The fuck?

Oh. Duh.

“I heard that obsession comes from anxiety.” DING DING DING DING.

Omg Seven. You can’t just ask me to open my box. I’m seeing another man...

LONG HAIRED JUMIN?????

Jumin really didn’t have one woman in his life who wasn’t cold or weird to him. I know we already knew from his route he had a difficult upbringing. But I hadn’t expected them to dive into that aspect for this DLC but I can see how there’s the connection.

I told him I wanted to be alone to see if he’d respect boundaries.

OH SHIT THAT CHAPTER ENDED SO QUICK. DID I FUCK UP?!

Episode 3

So are we meant to see this adult Jumin, playing this “game” with MC, as him regressing within himself & falling back to enjoying fantasy? Avoiding reality? Something he didn’t allow himself to do as an actual child? He didn’t understand why people indulge in magic, fantasy, make-believe as a kid. Now he’s vastly overshot the mark to the point that this fantasy life with MC has become his “reality.”

DO NOT GIVE THIS BABY BOY WINE, I SWEAR TO GOD.

Omg. Little Jumin is so cute. I will fight everyone to protect him.

This woman done fucked up. Look at this child, you’ve given him anxiety. He doesn’t know if you want him to be mechanical or a normal kid. Jesus. All this Work Work Work No Emotion Work Only No Feelings bullshit is her fault. Jumin’s only doing what he was taught. He was told this is all he’s good for, all he was meant for.

“I feel like I am a tool. Sometimes I want to be treated like a son.” STOP. IF THIS GAME MAKES ME CRY. I’M GONNA FIGHT SOMEONE.

IF Y’ALL DON’T GIVE THIS LITTLE BOY THE LOVE & AFFECTION & CARE HE DESERVES

Jumin is obsessed with grape juice. Grows up to be obsessed with wine. Y’all made him an alcoholic.

“I am not like her. I will not be cold. I will be warm to my family…” JUMIIIIIN. THIS LITTLE BOY IS TRYING SO HARD! IT IS POSSIBLE JUMIN! AIM FOR YOUR GOOD & NORMAL ENDINGS!

SLEEPY JUMIN HAN CG

OH FUCK

OH FUCK ME

OH HELLO HUSBAND GODDAMN YOU LOOKIN’ CUTE AS FUCK

LET ME HOLD YOU JUMIN. YOU DESERVE TO BE LOVED & HELD & CARED FOR!

I think you have to choose the answers that gently pry you away from Jumin? He can’t force this relationship. It can’t be controlled by him. It isn’t a game. He needs to come to that realization, but he’s really not making that connection...

“I have never been involved in a deal outside a form of give-and-take.” Oh, that hurt. He doesn’t trust you to stay with him unless he can offer you something? His money/extravagance/keeping you in this “game” you started with him & him playing into it is what he has to do to keep you with him.

“Please show me that you love me. I want to know what love is.” Insert Explicit MC x Jumin Fanfic Here. I’ll show you, Jumin. I’ll show you all night long.

*Jumin snuggled closer* In my own personal canon, that means we FUCKED. SLOWLY. GENTLY. ROMANTICALLY.

Episode 4

The creepy lullaby music started up. Shit is about to go down.

Omg is this butler going to lock me in the basement?

Lmao did I fuck up with the “what’s a cage doing here?” reply? How was I supposed to know there wasn’t actually a cage there? No Jumin, I don’t want a cage. …. at least not for me, but we can discuss that later.

SHE WOULD LOCK HIM IN THE BASEMENT? That’s it. I’m fighting everyone. Stay behind me Jumin, I’ll protect you.

“Let me talk to her! I’d like a word with her!” LET ME AT HER, JUMIN. I HAVE SOME SHIT TO SAY. SHE’S DYING. I HAVE A SHORT WINDOW. LET ME AT HER.

Not little boy Jumin Shawshank Redemptioning his way out of the basement omggggg

JUMIN YOU WANNA FUCK? NOW? This man is sending me through whirlwind of emotions.

OH SHIT. I’m torn between the “whisper in his ear” option or the “let’s change our roles for just today” because as y’all may know, I enjoy being in charge.

Me: “Let’s change our roles…” Jumin: “Uhhh maybe we should leave.” Darling, you know you’re a submissive. It’s ok. No judgement.

FADE TO BLAAAAACK. THEY FUCKIN’.

I’M HOOTIN’ & HOLLERING. After the fade the black I said I would stay in my own clothes & Jumin says, “They’re dirtier than you would think.” DID THIS MAN JUST CUM EVERYWHERE? LMAAAOOOO

Happy End!

Ayyy we did it, lads! Unlocked the happy ending first. Even though we already gave Jumin a happy ending in that basement, you know what I’m sayin’~

LMFAOOOOO JUMIN STILL CAN’T DRIVE LMFAOOOO

Wait, turned our backs on everything? How the fuck is this the happy end? Happy for who? Jumin?

So… what the fuck was that?

The good ending just reenforces this “only us” narrative? The good ending is that this “game” Jumin & MC are playing doesn’t end? Nothing resolves. He doesn’t mend any relationships. There’s no healing or moving on. He exerts more of his control on MC & takes more drastic measures to ensure they’re together.

WAIT. DID WE JUST FUCKING ABANDON ELIZABETH 3RD TOO? ABSOLUTELY NOT. THIS ENDING SUCKS. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? FUCK THAT. PISS OFF, JUMIN HAN. I WON’T HAVE THAT BULLSHIT. YOU DID NOT JUST TURN INTO A PET ABANDONER RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FUCKING FACE. I HATE IT. NO. I’M OUT.

The CG was hot, though. Jumin in black on black on black? AND GLOVES?! Hell yeah. That’s a whole meal right there. Delicious.

Episode 1 (Attempt 2)

Well, time to try to get the bad end (????) now I guess. Maybe the bad end is that this game of their’s actually does break. That’s what I’m hoping for at least.

Jumin already making jokes about switching roles. Jumin, my love. I am more than happy - extremely willing & eager actually - to be in charge here.

Pretending to want all of this ‘being a possession’ nonsense is making me uncomfyyyy.

Episode 2 (Attempt 2)

“Do something Jumin wouldn’t like” Lmaooo it calls Zen. HAHAHAHAHA

I think Zen’s voice acting is some of the most expressive, in this whole game.

Ah, so then I guess turning on the computer let’s you talk to Yoosung.

Not Jumin deliberately cutting my call. The audacity.

Jumin, possessiveness can sometimes be cute. But in this case, I’m not having it. Not interested.

All the toys in the world didn’t keep Jumin entertained. BUT THIS PUSSY DOES.

Episode 3 (Attempt 2)

Flew through that one just choosing the options I didn’t choose before. Didn’t seem to glean any new information except the fact that Jumin no longer has a desire to form a family, says it entirely depends on how badly MC wants a family. Continues that narrative of, if MC wants it, he will provide it... to keep her.

Episode 4 (Attempt 2)

So we’re just going to leave gold bars in that safe?

Happy End Again????

It says I got Happy End again, even though I chose entirely different answers & went along with being Jumin’s possession...

OH WAIT, IT IS DIFFERENT!

I can’t believe my first meeting with Jumin’s mother is after he rawed me in the basement & had me put on a fantasy fairy tale princess dress to make our escape. Omfg. Ma’am, your son’s cum is still dripping out of me, please give me a few minutes to freshen up first. Goddamn.

Jumin’s mom is named Carolyn!

I can’t believe I’m in the middle of a family argument while Jumin’s cum glues my thighs together.

She ain’t sick. She’s lying. I’m calling it.

“Simple - make him soft” Jumin: “Like mashed potato?” LIKE MASHED POTATO? FIRST OF ALL, JUMIN SAYING ‘MASHED POTATO’ IS SO FUCKING CUTE I WANNA SCREAM. Secondly I meant, make him soft as in help him let down some barriers & let people in.

“I heard sons are psychologically bound to be attracted to women reminiscent of their mothers.” Ok yes, that may be true but you don’t have to remind me. Bleh. Stop.

“If my consort is to leave me one day, I will be scarred for the rest of my life.” I am sad for him. So sad.

ONE BILLION, TO BREAK UP WITH JUMIN? WOMAN, YOU ARE SOMETHING ELSE.

The “mind if I touch it” option fucking sent me. I’m laughing so hard. It is 1am. I might wake up my neighbor! I chose the “…..” option though. I’m sticking with Jumin through this. Let’s see what happens.

… I’ll loop back & choose the money if I can though to see what chaos occurs.

“This is exactly what people mean when they say, ‘So not cool.’” JUMIN. NOW IS NOT THE TIME LMFAOOOO

Jumin went back to work. All right, that’s progress. He renovated the basement on a happier note. Ok ok, small progress.

“Now I wish to paint this entire place with our love.” TIME TO CHRISTEN EVERY ROOM WITH SEEEEX

THAT CG!!!!! AAAHHHHHHH!!!! WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW!!!!!!

Looping back to choose more options for this episode...

CALLED JUMIN’S MOM AN OLD HAG & JUMIN LIKED WHEN I DID THAT LMAOOOO. I would like to call her a lot of things.

Final thoughts:

Long story short (too late), this DLC reenforces that this is a Bad Ending path, in which you won’t find a fix for Jumin, won’t find a way to get him back on track to his true good end. And that’s ok! This is a bad end after all! Though both endings are listed as “good” or “happy” endings, they’re still set in this twisted relationship, this weak form of love, Jumin believes is real. He calls it a game, says a therapist is on standby, says MC can leave any time she wants, yet when she chooses options that distances herself, suggests Jumin pay more attention to something other than her, or shows she’d like more freedom, he immediately blocks that path in some way. Even when choosing all the options that don’t give in to the plaything/being controlled role, the conclusion is Jumin reenforcing his control harder - you both escape together to be alone, neglecting everyone & everything in your life, & Jumin insists all he has to do is take care of you in various ways - to give you everything - to keep you with him. Even following the confrontation with Jumin’s mother & turning down the option to leave Jumin for money, it shows how far Jumin will go to keep MC. He truly believes he has to provide everything (money, security, possessions, etc.) in exchange for her love, her company, her willingness to be with him. This man has slowly been broken over & over again over the course of his life & he’s finally given in to these poor teachings & selfish encouragements, & has convinced himself what he’s found is full love where he provides anything & everything to keep MC’s interest in him. A clear give & take relationship. A contract. A game. And he’s not about to let that go.

Personally, while this path isn’t my favorite for Jumin, I was still absolutely impressed with the two different ways they had this particular Bad End play out. An emotional read from start to finish & back again.

#I flew through that so quick whew #Jumin Han #mm #mysme #mystic messenger #Jumin Han Bad End 2 #Bad End 2 #DLC #Bad End 2 DLC #spoilers #spoiler #mysme spoiler #mysme spoilers #After End #Jumin Han DLC #Route Notes #text post #long post #Meowle Mumbles

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gamergirl929 · 4 years ago

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Backstage Pass (Hope Solo x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Can you do a singer!reader and like Alex Morgan or Hope solo imagine

The USWNT attend the reader’s concert, taking a special interest in the one and only Hope Solo, an interest that leads the two of you to your dressing room.

Implied Smut

Hope Solo shook her head, though she couldn’t help but bite back a smile when her teammates started dancing around her.

It was no secret that the USWNT LOVED Y/N, your songs had a sort of habit of finding their way into commercials featuring the USWNT.

Hope’s piercing blue orbs zero in on you, the woman grinning when your fingers curl delicately around your microphone, a familiar song sounding through the arena.

The arena fills with the excited scream of your fans when you step off stage and move through the crowd, singing Wicked Games by The Weeknd.

You stop, curling a lock of the fan’s hair around your finger, stroking her cheek before you continue your roaming through the crowd.

It's when your eyes lock with Hope’s that you still, her USWNT all pushing her towards you as you saunter closer.

Security pulls the barrier aside, giving you a straight shot to get to the USWNT World Cup winner.

Hope stiffens when you still in front of her, your angelic voice still sounding through the arena.

The goalie’s face is unwavering as you cup her cheek, the woman chuckling nervously as you turn around, grinding against her front.

Hope tilts her head back, a grin stretching across her face as your hips pick up speed, the woman hoarsely sighing in your ear.

You turn with a smirk, boldly slipping a hand behind Hope’s neck before pulling her forwards, your noses brushing.

You lean in, your lips brushing hers.

Teasingly, you press a feather light kiss to her bottom lip, the fans screaming their assent as you pull back, taking her hand and leading her to the stage.

Hope, though wearing her game face, can’t help but swallow when she sees that your team had brought a chair to the stage, a chair you’re shoving her down into moments later.

The remainder of the USWNT scream as you spread your legs, settling on Hope’s waist.

You smirk cockily, your tongue swiping at your lips as you give your hips a roll, grinning at the glint in Hope’s eyes.

Soon your rhythm melds with the song’s, your hips rolling tantalizingly, a familiar heat pooling in Hope’s lower abdomen.

The nearer the end of the song draws, the closer your lips again get to hers, soon, the song ends, the music continuing to play as your lips meet hers.

Hope’s palms rest on your back as your tongues meet, the hitch in your breath spurring Hope on.

The fans scream wildly as Hope leans you back, her strong arms assuring that you don’t fall as your tongues dance.

“GODDAMN!” Megan yells from her place on Ashlyn’s shoulders, the rest of the team snickering as you unabashedly make out with Hope Solo in front of the world.

Hope’s lips press firmly against yours, the woman’s hands sliding further down your body, giving your ass a squeeze, making your hips cant forward.

The song is long over when the two of you reluctantly part dark Y/E/C orbs locking with Hope’s dark blues.

You smirk cockily, leaning in, bypassing her lips to instead whisper in her ear.

“I’ll see you backstage after the show.” You whisper, pulling back with a wink before moving off of her, holding your hand out and pulling her to her feet.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, WORLD CUP WINNER HOPE SOLO!” You yell, everyone cheering as Hope gives the crowd a bow before heading back to join the USWNT, a number of them squealing as they jump on her.

“Jesus Christ, the sexual tension is palpable.” Kelley says as she fans herself.

Tobin jumps on her back.

“Is that how you USUALLY greet total strangers?” She teases and Hope growls.

“Shut up.”

Hope turns back towards the stage, smirking when her dark blue orbs meet your equally dark Y/E/C’s.

She couldn’t wait to get backstage, maybe to pick up where the two of you left off.

***

Hope couldn’t help but smirk when you made your way towards her, and the rest of the USWNT backstage.

Carli gives her a nudge, the woman turning to her friend with a smirk.

“You know, I never got to make out with JLo.” She snickers and Hope rolls her eyes.

You make your way towards the group with a grin, eyes lingering on Hope for a moment before you turn away.

“It’s so great to finally meet you guys.” You smile, eyes widening when Kelley squeals and nearly tackles you.

“I love you...!” She squeezes you tightly and you snort, giving her a tight squeeze in return.

“Well, I love you too.”

Megan’s bottom lip juts out in a pout, she and Ashlyn sharing a glance.

“What about us?” Julie Johnston asks, and you chuckle.

"I love all of you! You’re some of the most amazing women in the world, and seriously, just having my songs in your commercials is an honor.”

Megan leans towards Tobin and Christen.

“Is she buttering us all up so she can kidnap Hope?” She asks and Ali snorts.

“Kidnap? I’m pretty sure she’ll go without a fight.”

Meanwhile you make small talk with Alex Morgan, having been a big fan of the forward for years, soon Carli Lloyd joins in on the conversation, along with Christen Press and Tobin Heath.

Hope crosses her arms across her chest, blue orbs dropping to your lips every few seconds, the woman’s smirk widening when she catches your gaze.

You clear your throat, frowning, though that frown in no way meets your eyes.

“Listen, I really need to get out of this.” You pull at the tight outfit, and Megan snickers.

“Let me guess, is Hope going to help you out?” She teases, your cheeks flushing as you turn to the aforementioned goalie.

“That’s a good idea.”

Hope’s smirk widens.

“Lead the way.” She says, gesturing towards the backstage area and you smirk.

“Gladly.”

The remainder of the USWNT watch as the two of you head further backstage, a number of them shaking their heads.

“They’re so going to bone.” Megan whispers, everyone turning her way with arched brows.

She snorts.

“What? Like I’m wrong.”

***

The second your dressing room door clicks shut behind you Hope is lifting you into the air, your lips smashing together.

Hope pushes you back against a nearby wall, her tongue immediately invading your mouth, flicking against yours in a way that makes your toes curl in your heels.

Your arms slip around her neck, your legs wrapping around her waist as your tongues fight for dominance, a dominance that Hope wins out.

The kisses slow, the sound of your lips meeting again and again the only sounds in the room, that is until Hope pulls back, burying her face in your neck, immediately peppering it with kisses before she takes a bit of your flesh in her mouth, causing a moan to tumble from her open mouth.

“Shhhhhhhh.” Hope nibbles at your pulse point, only ceasing when she sees the purple mark she’d left behind.

She smirks, dark blue orbs locking with your dark Y/E/C orbs.

“Wouldn't want anyone to catch us.” She husks, ducking down, her lips again meeting yours.

Her hands run down your body, the woman’s hands, much like on stage, palming your ass. She gives it a rough squeeze and you groan, the woman’s tongue slithering back into your open mouth.

It’s only when Hope’s fingers begin toying with the hem of your skirt that you realize this would definitely be more than a make out session.

And you were JUST fine with that.

***

It didn’t take the remainder of the USWNT long to find your dressing room, considering they could hear your muffled cries from rooms away.

“Think they’re about do-

Alex is cut off by a high-pitched cry, the forward’s cheeks flushing as she covers her face with her hands.

“Nevermind.”

After nearly five minutes the two of you exit the dressing room, your eyes widening in horror when you see the team standing outside of the dressing room.

Hope meanwhile is smirking smugly.

You turn towards her, eyes narrowed.

“Stop that.”

She shrugs.

“Nah, I’m alright.”

You groan, turning back to the other players.

A smirk stretches across Kelley’s face, the woman without a filter of course pointing to your neck.

“Nice hickies.”

You groan again, clearing your throat.

“It was uhh, n-n-nice meeting you all, I-

You’re cut off by your phone ‘vibrating’ in your pocket, bringing the phone to your ear, nodding.

“Ye-Yeah, I’ll be right there.”

You give the group a wave.

“Sorry guys, I’ve gotta go, uhhh, manager emergency.”

The team watches as you basically sprint away, each and every one of them turning towards a smirking Hope Solo.

“Her phone didn’t ring, did it?” Tobin whispers and Christen shakes her head, giggling.

“Nope.”

Suddenly Hope races down the hallway after you, catching your wrist, effectively stopping you in your tracks.

You turn on your heels, eyes widen when you see Hope Solo standing before you.

The woman cups your cheeks before closing the distance between you again, this time though, the kiss is a lot softer, unlike the kisses you shared in the dressing room.

Hope reluctantly pulls away, the woman clearing her throat, smiling when she sees your cheeks are tinged pink.

“Uhh, h-h-h-here...” You stutter, passing her a slip of paper, a note you’d written when getting dressed in your dressing room.

Hope unfolds the piece of paper, smiling when she sees a number written across it.

You glance away, bashfully.

“T-Text me sometime...” You mutter, slipping a hand behind her neck and pressing a kiss to her lips before you send the rest of the USWNT a wave.

You give Hope one last smile before you take your leave, the goalie watching you go with a grin.

Hours later when you’re resting in the tour bus, your phone vibrates, a grin stretching across your face when you see the unsaved number across your screen.

You can’t help but let out a little squeal when you realize who it is.

“Hey, it’s Hope.”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #hope solo x reader #hope solo imagine

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lancelotdeservedbetter · 5 years ago

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a lot of people in the notes of this post are saying Will and Gwaine would have been friends and those people are absolutely right here's my thoughts on that:

- we know Gwaine subscribes to havoc as a lifestyle but Will doesn't necessarily aim for chaos he just does what he likes. this makes them a hazard to society and Arthur's waking nightmare. They make a Leon wig so Will can pretend to be him and undo all of Arthur's orders that he doesn't like. Will goes with Gwaine on patrol so he can secretly free prisoners that want to kill Arthur. just to keep things interesting.

- one day Will finds out Gwaine is technically a noble and acts like its the betrayal of the century. fuck whatever Mordred and Arthur have going on, this is a million times worse. Will forgives him after a week when he realises he can get Gwaine to do pretty much anything and say it's a peasant rite of passage and this goes on for days with Merlin and Gwen's compliance until Percival takes pity on Gwaine after finding him buried in dirt up to his neck

Percival: whatcha doing there buddy?

Gwaine, who's been trodden on twice now: it's a farmer rite of passage, i grow out of the dirt like the crops they farm, will told me. its an honour.

- sometimes Will will be telling a Merlin story and forget that Gwaine doesn't know about his magic and panics to come up with an excuse

Gwaine: wow!! how did he do that?

Will: uhhh

Merlin, the next day storming up to Will and covered in mud and leaves: why the FUCK did you tell Gwaine i could fly???

- knowing his usual conflict resolution methods would most likely end in public execution, Will decides instead to make the most of how easy it is to stress Arthur out. Gwaine is on board of course and together they go out of their way to meet with every single visiting royal ten minutes before arthur greets them and convince them to pretend to declare war on Arthur. it has worked way more times than it should. Arthur catches on eventually but this backfires when someone actually declares war on him and Arthur starts yelling at Will and Gwaine.

King of somewherelseland: i'm here to announce that i think you and your council are shit. my army will be here tomorrow.

Arthur, at the top of his lungs: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. THE TWO OF YOU ARE STILL DOING THIS? IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY!

Will: it's hilarious but i do feel like i should tell you that-

Arthur: NO! I DONT WANT TO HEAR IT! DO NOT SAY ANYTHING! I HAVE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOU!

Gwaine: ok but we didn't actually do anything this time

Arthur, going very pale: you what

the king is so confused that he just tells them to forget about it and runs away and tells his men not to go to Camelot because the people there are insane

- Gwaine desperately tries to convince Will to become a knight but Will maintains that he would rather eat a human foot. desperate, Gwaine appears in his house one day with a foot

Gwaine, frantically squirting ketchup on the foot: now will you be a knight?

Will: i have so many questions that i know i dont want to hear the answers to. also you have severely misunderstood. that is not how this works

Will eventually compromises and comes to a training session. much to Arthur's frustration, he beats several knights because his fighting style is less swords and honour and more move bitch get out the way shoving.

- they have an ongoing game called 'how many petty crimes can we commit in front of Arthur without getting caught'. Unfortunately, Arthur is stupid and doesn't seem to notice unless they steal people's clothes and wear them in front of him, so this becomes the main objective. Arthur is semi-aware of this but doesn't have enough evidence to punish either of them. the closest they've come to being rumbled is when Gwaine wears Morgana's green dress to a council meeting

Arthur: stealing! that is definitely stealing!

Gwaine: sounds like somebody's jealous i can pull this off and he cant

Arthur: Morgana please back me up

Morgana, thoroughly enjoying how much this annoys Arthur: on what? i've never seen this dress before in my life.

- Gwaine keeps trying to get Will to grow his hair out so that he can plait it then tries to plait it anyway when he says no. Will swats away him to begin with but after he doesn't stop he cuts off Gwaine's hair while he's asleep. Gwaine is much angrier than anticipated so Will panics and pulls an Uther

Gwaine: who did this i will kill them i swear to god somebody is going to die tonight

Will, realising there's a pretty good chance Gwaine will fling him out of a high window: it must be sorcery! evil and not requiring any explanation! well that's settled let's never speak of it again-

Gwaine, sword drawn and hissing at the door: the bastards who did this must pay

Will, sweating buckets and blood pressure through the roof goes to Merlin

Will: Merlin this is it. this is how i die

Merlin: it's cool i have like three guys you can pin this on that are all very annoying. wait no he would murder them brutally for this. have you heard of nimueh?

Will: didn't you kill her?

Merlin: yeah well Gwaine doesn't know much about ghosts and i'm fairly certain we can convince him she did this

in conclusion:

#yes i was forcibly removed from art class when i was 14 and banned from ever coming back why do you ask #sorry this went on forever and doesnt make any sense #merlin #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #gwaine #sir gwaine #will (merlin)

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stevenbasic · 4 years ago

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“Well good morning,” she smiled, seeing the reaction on my face as I took in her appearance. It was a sweater dress, a really short, tight sweater dress. Her makeup was done dramatically, dark around the eyes, and her hair cascaded over her shoulder in a long, flowing, raven mane. I could feel myself staring at her but was not able to stop myself. I mean, I’d seen her in party dresses, tank tops, bikinis, but was still for some reason helpless to keep from gaping. And despite my obvious, dumbfounded awe, she looked amused, relaxed, casual. Was she actually accustomed to this? Seeing people - let alone her boss - stunned speechless when they looked at her? She was holding my coffee mug out to me, and had cocked an eyebrow waiting for me to react. “Think you can hold this yourself?” she asked, with a maddening mix of mischief and actual concern.

“Oh, uh, yes, haha,” I stammered, remembering myself but still dazzled by the glittering golds and greens in the gemstones of her eyes, glimmering down at me, “o-okay..”

She smiled as I took the mug. Her perfume still lingered in a cloud around us, both relaxing me and keeping me alert, focused on her.

”th-thanks for the coffee,” I said, able now to raise it to my lips, take a sip myself, acutely aware of how close she was watching me.

“And...thanks for reaching your mug?” Melissa asked, both eyebrows up now as she studied my face.

”Hah, uh yeah...right,” I replied, “Thanks. Don’t know how it got up there…”

“Didn’t you put that there yourself last week?” she countered, confidently questioning me, “I watched you do it. We were in here chatting with Vida about her billing, and her cute new shoes.”

“I don’t...I wouldn’t...how could I?” I responded, for sure sounding confused. I was denying it, even to myself, but maybe I did put my mug up on the high shelf? Last Wednesday, was it? How was I able? “I really don’t thINK-”

Yikes. What was that crack in my voice? Why did it just shoot higher?

“Did your...voice just crack?” Melissa asked, eyes widening in interest, “Like a little boy’s?” She bit her lower lip, watching me, hands now crossed in front of herself as she rocked, slowly, on her feet.

“I, uh...yeah, I guess so…” I answered, taking another sip of warm, milky coffee. Must have been something in my throat.

Melissa nodded, thinking to herself before speaking. “You’re like a little vulni-chic man, you know that?” she said, almost to herself but with unmistakable eagerness, biting her lip again, regarding me, “All helpless and weak, needing me to do things for you.” As we’d been standing here, Melissa’s voice had changed, subtly, had grown lower, smokier.

“V-vulni what?” I asked, less shocked than I should be for how she was speaking to me. Did she just call me ‘helpless and weak’??

“‘Vulni-chic’, like vulnerable,” she explained, reaching up to adjust the collar of my sports jacket, “it’s a hashtag these days. For guys that are smaller, beta guys that are, like…”

She bit her lip once again, eyes flashing as they shot into mine. My own heart was racing already, and her gaze quickened it further. What was happening? Why was I feeling like this? And - instead of breaking out of this humiliating conversation - why did I answer her with this:

“...L-l-like meE?” There it was. My voice cracked again.

“Omigod yes…” she groaned, eyes fluttering, “small, beta guys...like you. So hottttt…”

‘Hot?!?’ Jesus what was happening? Something was coming over her. And...what was going on with me? My...my cock was swelling in my pants, and then her perfume suddenly assaulted me anew, like a bomb blast, making my knees shake, chest shudder. Oh Christ, I felt all the blood rushing from my body, my brain, down...

“H-how tall are you, Dr. J?” Melissa asked, suddenly stepping in to me. We were face to face. Or, rather - face-to-tits.

“W-why?” I stuttered, alarmed and awed by how much bigger she was, standing here over me. Honestly. My eyes were just about level with her collarbone, and the shelf of her impressive bosom threatened my chin. Her legs were longer, her hips were wider, her shoulders were stronger. I felt meager and weak, and anxious that we would be seen like this.

“I...I want to hear it…” she breathed, obviously without any similar concerns or misgivings herself. If anything, she only inched closer.

My mouth went dry, my mind blanking as I reflexively stepped back. “W-well...didn’t we measure me, when we were shopping? I’m...5’8”?”

“No way…” she answered, shaking her head, her mane of hair alive on its own, “no way your five-eight...” Her voice trembled in eager exhilaration.

I thought to myself, immediately - she’s right. I remembered just then how I had measured myself on rounds at the hospital last week at 5’7”. I had been doing my best since then to put the fact that I had once been 5’11” - way back when - as far out of my mind as possible.

“We’re going to measure you again….” Melissa announced, and then as if suddenly remembering something, reached into her dress, down her neckline, into her cleavage. She pulled out a...tape measure?

Who keeps a tape measure in their bra??

“Wait Melissa don’t-“ I began, but before I knew it I was taken by the shoulders, firmly, and half-guided/half-pushed towards the wall. Roughly, she kicked a tall trashcan aside and stuck me in its place..

“Stand straight,” she directed me, having already pulled a pencil, also, from between her tits. One hand on my chest, and standing too, too close, she looked down onto the top of my head as she marked it against the wall, onto the matte grey paint. I took the moment to not only stare at her big, firm tits, but breathe in her perfume. It was like a hit, and I knew if I didn’t watch myself I’d be needing it, a junkie. Her own breath came in quick little pants, and I admired the bulge of her breasts, how they rhythmically swelled over her bra, even through the taut, knit fabric of her dress. But soon, immediately, she’d moved me aside and instructed me: “Hold this.” She put the end of the tape measure in my hand, held it against the mark on the wall.

Still without protest I complied, and in the next moment she’d crouched down, giving me a view down her top and-

“Oh god you’re five-five??” she groaned from her knees, reading the tape, “You’re so short.”

“I, uhhh…” That can’t be right, can it? It must be a mistake!! I thought, but then remembered my shoes, adjusting my desk ch-

“When are you going to sign those papers..?!?” Melissa groaned, loudly, suddenly standing up and taking me by the shoulders. She had tossed the tape measure onto a nearby table. I gulped, and looked up at her. She stared hotly into my eyes and searched them, fighting something in herself and watching me, watching me passively waiting for her to-

“What are you two up to?” Randi said, entering the breakroom with Amelia, “it’s a little early, don’t you think?” She had caught us - close to being within inches, Melissa’s hands on my shoulders, holding me to her - in an obviously intimate pose. What would she think was happening?!

“Missy don’t hurt the poor guy,” the blonde added, checking her nails with a disinterested frown, “we need him to sign our checks…”

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Another big thanks to Beetlebomb for the image and a shout-out to Horuvex for letting my little world tangent into his. All non-canon for "Nexifem", of course :)

#Growing Into the Job

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