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writersrealmbts · 4 years ago

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Christmas: LIVE (for charity)

Description: You’re a middle-of-the-road youtuber, not super famous, but not unfamous. Golden Closet and V are much more famous, and they’ve agreed to meet up and do a charity live-stream with you!

“For the Christmas requests would you be able to do a Youtuber au? Where like Tae or Kookie do a charity stream with Y/n? Sorry it came so late it 😭😭”

Warnings: Fluff and stuff

Posted: 12/22/2020

Tags: taekook x reader

2,159 words

A/N: For anonny, here’s your request! Hope you like it! and it didn’t come late!

You kept working on your streaming setup, preparing for your guests for the charity stream. You figured more people were coming for them than you, since you weren’t as big as them on YouTube.

First was V, from Tiger Vante: real name of Kim Taehyung. He did gaming streams with your other guest, and published music now and then that he had quite the following for. Thoughtful videos and compilations of photos, and videos of projects he worked on. He even had a fashion line and made videos about other fashion things, like his fashion through the week. Other fashions, reviewing music and such, as well as doing projects using antique equipment. He was doing a photo study with different old cameras as he was able to, and he posted a lot of inspirational videos.

Your second guest was Jungkook from Golden Closet productions. He did a lot of gaming, was technically a professional gamer, and he also did music and video production. He did everything: art, singing, dancing, gaming, photography, video production--and he was constantly experimenting with new things. But his gaming was the big ticket.

You were a smaller YouTube channel. You had a few covers, and you did a parody song a year or so ago that garnered some attention. You did reactions, and you did some gaming streams, though not as many as your guests. You did a lot of chill games, with other games interspersed. You also did some makeup stuff, mostly stage makeup stuff that you carried over from college. Cooking. You did cooking streams, and sometimes you failed, other times you were successful. But cooking streams were some of your favorites.

You’d started doing the videos as a sort of...accountability. Your therapist recommended it to help you feel like you were doing more, because despite working eight hour workdays five days a week, you still struggled feeling like you were getting anything done and you sometimes lost track of days. It had helped, you were able to keep better track of things and you’d tried new things because of it. And somehow your fanbase had grown to let you cut your hours at your office job and relax a little more.

But today’s stream was to raise money for kids in the hospital, which was why you had V and Jungkook coming. The three of you would be doing various activities together and doing challenges to raise more money.

You arranged the snacks as well as you could, and then put on your elf hat. You’d already raised two hundred dollars just by wearing an elf costume for the stream.

“Hello?”

You stood up and smiled. “Hello! Nice to meet you, I’m y/n.”

“I’m Taehyung when I’m offscreen, I’d be happy if you called me that. Offscreen anyway. Thanks for inviting me today! Oh, this is Jungkook!” V introduced the other gamer.

Jungkook sort of dipped his head, looking awkward.

You smiled at both of them. “Nice to meet both of you. Thanks for agreeing to do this with me. I know you probably have better things to do.”

“No way, this is for charity!”

“It’s a good cause,” Jungkook added, sort of looking at you strangely.

“Oh, the outfit. Someone donated 200 dollars if I would wear an elf costume for the stream. My choice for the costume, look okay?” You asked, reaching up to adjust the hat.

“It’s super cute,” Taehyung gushed, then looked over at the setup. “Ooh! Nice! That looks great! Can I set up over there?”

“Go ahead, do you need help bringing in equipment?”

Jungkook shook his head. “Our hyungs are here to help us set up and carry things. We’ll be ready to go in no time.”

“Great, I’ll just stand out of the way.” You backed up and they signalled their group to bring in their equipment.

Between the seven boys, all of the equipment was set up in no time and the three of you were settling down for the stream.

They wished you three a good stream and then scattered.

The three of you sat down, syncing and getting your own set ups going.

“So, we’re going to start, give it five minutes, and then we’ll start playing that game you suggested over chat?” You asked, making sure you had that linked and setting things up so that you wouldn’t have to worry about anything once you were actually streaming.

“Yeah, sounds good. That camera is filming all of us, and then we have our individual ones, right?” Jungkook nodded to the carefully mounted and angled camera.

You nodded, handing cords to both of them for the camera connection. “Took me a while to figure this set up out. Here.”

Taehyung eagerly took it and plugged it into his computer and then let you quickly set it up.

Jungkook had it set up before you finished with Tae.

“Alright, it’s almost time. Ready?”

“Yeah, so...who’s starting things?” Taehyung asked, looking at you.

“My idea, so I can open it if you prefer,” You offered, checking how you looked on camera and then sighing. You couldn’t do much about it now.

“Ok, now, do you have any extra fun holiday stuff?” Taehyung asked, flicking the bell on your hat.

“A santa hat and reindeer antlers headband, and various other more girly things for me to alternate with throughout the stream.” You gestured to a bag and got everything ready. “Set the stream to start on the hour?”

Jungkook nodded then grabbed the santa hat. “Solidarity.”

Taehyung happily put on the antlers headband. “So cute! Okay, now it feels even more festive. How long did it take you to make the background?”

“Oh, I spent a couple hours, no biggie. I did something similar last year for my christmas stream. I just spiced it up a bit this year. One minute.”

They pushed their chairs closer to yours, all three streams using the camera that got all three of you.

You watched the timer tick down, hoping that it was successful and that you raised a lot of money for the charity.

The first fifteen minutes were nothing too special, it was interesting playing with other people while they were in the room and Jungkook kept mumbling thanks for donations in between decimating you and Tae, and Taehyung had a constant conversation going--partially with you--while he played.

You gave everyone a brief update since you hadn’t streamed in a couple days and people were asking about your puppy. “He’s fine. He’ll be home soon.”

“What happened to your puppy?” Jungkook asked, not missing a beat and decimating you in the meantime.

“Nothing serious, he got hurt while we were walking in the woods. They removed his dewclaw on the one leg and stitched him up. He’s already almost ready to come home. I’ll have him home for Christmas. Thank you for your donation, bluegrey613!”

Jungkook glanced over. “Hey, we probably have some requests right now. Since you’re dead can you check the chats?”

“Sure. Let’s see...they want V to do aegyo.”

Taehyung quickly did some, just barely escaping death.

“We don’t have mistletoe, sorry, guys,” You told Jungkook’s chat. “Besides, I kind of doubt they’d want to--”

“Who needs mistletoe?” Taehyung asked, pausing the game.

Next thing you knew donation signals were popping up on all three screens as the boys planted kisses on either of your cheeks.

You stared at the screen, blinking rapidly and trying to recover as both of them went back to their game like nothing had happened.

You swallowed hard and tried to focus on the requests that were flying up your screen. “Um...thank you...agustD for donating...after that request. Um...hopeworld requests that we...all do cutesy poses? He’s offering 50.”

“Make it 100 and it’s a deal,” Taehyung responded, finally getting annihilated.

You scanned the comments, waiting for a response from the same and making faces as requested. “Ooh, while we’re waiting they want to know how we met. Tae, you should tell them that saga.”

“If they’re going to make us do something cutesy, then they better be offering more than a hundred,” Jungkook grumbled.

“So...we started talking online, played a couple of games together recently--offstream so that we could discuss the fundraiser, I think we all have some clips from that game that we’re compiling and that will be posted later,” Taehyung started explaining, checking you and Jungkook for affirmation. “Then we actually met in person today! That’s about it! It’s not much of a story, but it’s a good start, don’t you think?”

You exchanged a curious look with Jungkook after witnessing the wink Taehyung threw the camera. “Snack time?”

Jungkook nodded. “Before he calls himself a snack.”

Your nose scrunched up before you could stop it.

Taehyung laughed, booping your nose. “Not me. But she definitely is.”

You shook your head. “No snacks for you.”

“Hey, hopeworld agreed to 100. Pose,” Jungkook intervened as Taehyung started to fake pout.

All three of you managed to do some cutesy pose and hold it for a couple of seconds until the donation alert popped up with many names.

“Ah...okay...that was popular,” Taehyung said, looking a little stunned as more notifications rolled in.

“Blame Jungkook, he avoids it usually so it’s rare,” You informed him, smirked at Jungkook.

He shrugged. “If I didn’t hold back the world would fall to my cuteness.”

You snorted and turned back to the comments. “RM is requesting that you guys...and I lost it. Whoops.”

“Ooh, here’s one from JinJinJara, he wants us to make couple-y poses--like exaggerated couple pictures!” Taehyung chuckled. “Lets do it!”

“I don’t need to relive prom, thanks, I was fine missing it the first time,” you joked.

“It’s for charity,” Taehyung pouted.

You groaned and then complied.

Not that you were complaining internally about two hunky guys taking mock couple-photos. There was something nice about being held by someone stronger.

The rest of the stream passed by pretty quickly, doing requests from the boys channels since only four people were requesting on your stream--the same five. It was hard not to feel like it was out of pity, the longer the stream went the viewer count on yours went down, and went up on theirs. You double checked your stream but it was fine.

But it was for charity. You didn’t mind being less popular as long as you raised enough money to do some good.

“We should do this next year, and more often! Ooh, could we do a New Years stream?” Taehyung enthused toward the end. You guys had reached your goal while playing another game, and were trying to casually close the stream.

“We…can discuss it…later. Anyway, thank you everyone who was watching and who donated. The donation links for all three of our channels will be open until the 26th! Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas from Santa’s workshop!” Taehyung added brightly. “Remember to have all grandmas avoid reindeer crossing sites!”

“And be nice to the elves! They’re doing their best,” Jungkook added, cracking a smile as he flicked your hat.

You rolled your eyes and waved to the camera, then all three of you ended your streams.

“Man. That was intense,” Jungkook murmured.

“So, my five requesters, they’re the friends waiting outside, aren’t they?” You guessed, having done the math.

“What? No. Of course not.”

“Why would you think that?” Jungkook asked.

“Because you guys jumped at every request they gave, usually egging them on for more money, but you were more reserved with every other request given to us. That usually indicates a personal relationship.” You leaned back in your chair, taking off the hat and smoothing your hair.

Taehyung shrugged. “They were going to donate anyway. They just wanted to get their money’s worth. They were technically on all of our streams, but you’re better at reading comments and playing the game so requests on your channel got through better.”

You rolled your eyes. “Boys.”

“We did really well,” Jungkook said softly. “We make a good team. We just need to improve your playing on a couple games.”

You smiled. “Maybe. Alright. So, as far as new years goes, I’ve got a few games we can play while being in different places if that would work better. But also do it at a different time than when people would normally be partying because otherwise it would be a bust.”

“Okay!”

“Sounds good. Want to go grab some food with us? My treat?” Jungkook offered, smiling at you.

You pause, but then nod. “Sure. That sounds great. We can come back after to get your stuff if you like.”

“Sounds like a magical plan to me!” Taehyung grinned at you and then kissed your cheek again. “You really should have put some mistletoe in here. That would have made it extra festive. I’ll go tell hyungs the plan.”

You definitely weren’t blushing.

#Christmas story madness #christmas story #taekook x reader #taekook #youtuber!au #Reader x Jungkook #reader x taehyung #reader x bts #bts fic

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rosethornewrites · 5 years ago

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Fic: Playing with Fire

Relationship: Juleka Couffaine/Rose Lavillant

Characters: Lila Rossi, Rose Lavillant, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Juleka Couffaine, Alya Césaire, Ivan Bruel, Chloé Bourgeois, Luka Couffaine, Principal Damocles, Caline Bustier, Penny Rolling, Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale, Fang

Additional Tags: Lila salt, Good Chloé Bourgeois, Uncle Jagged Stone, Emotional Support Crocodile, Principal Damocles salt, Bustier salt

Summary: Lila tries to break up Kitty Section. It doesn't go as planned. Salty.

Notes: Had this stuck in my head as an idea. There’s been a trope of Luka being kicked out of Kitty Section because of Lila pulling something like this. Except I don’t think she’d get that far with it. Also, every time I hear this song it makes me think of Lila.

AO3 link

She's got a history of making a scene, yeah

She's telling stories she’s gaslighting

-The Interrupters

“Are you sure it’s… appropriate for an older boy like Luka to be in Kitty Section?”

Marinette froze in the middle of taking a bite of a croissant as Lila’s words floated across the courtyard, her mind filled suddenly with the desire to shriek at the liar, even knowing that would backfire as it always did. She wanted to defend Luka. If Adrien was here rather than at a photo shoot, he’d see Lila was actually trying to hurt people with this.

She barely realized she’d stopped breathing until she started coughing, and that nearly sent the bite of food down the wrong tube. By the time she’d recovered, she had missed any response from the present members of Kitty Section, and Lila was talking again.

“I’m just concerned, is all. I’ve told you I’m like Jagged Stone’s favorite person, right? I know a few people in the industry, really. And some of the execs just don’t sign bands if there’s such a big age gap between members. Like you three and Luka.”

Marinette put down the croissant, trying to build her courage. She could defend Luka.

“But Luka’s Juleka’s brother,” Rose said, looking concerned.

“Yeah, that can look even weirder.”

Marinette started to stand up, but then she caught a Look that passed between the couple. At times they were so in sync it was scary.

Juleka glanced her way, shook her head minutely, and quirked a half-smirk as though to say, We got this.

“You must have worked with some amazing people, Lila!” Rose gushed.

Her admiration sounded just a touch off, but Lila was too busy preening to notice.

“I have. Clara Nightingale texts me all the time.”

“Oh, I have an idea,” Juleka said, her voice faux shy. “I-I mean, if you don’t mind? Like can we try guessing the artists you know? Like a game?”

Lila’s smile widened. “Oh, that sounds like so much fun!”

Marinette carefully kept her face blank, picking at her croissant and ignoring the pitying look Alya sent her way from her seat beside Lila. It wouldn’t do to give the game away.

Ivan’s expression had also gone blank, as though he too knew what was up and wanted to see what happened.

“Oh! I have one. 30 Seconds to Mars?” Rose asked.

Lila shook her head. “No, but I know their producer.”

“What about My Chemical Romance?” It was Juleka’s turn.

“Yeah, they’re a silly bunch,” Lila said with a giggle. “I dated the lead singer for a few months. We’re still friends.”

Marinette had to stop herself from snorting—like an artist in his 40s was going to date a teenager! But clearly Lila only knew the band name and that they were popular among teens.

But apparently the game wasn’t over, and Rose made another guess. In the next three minutes, Lila told them all about three songs written for her and exotic concert venues. Some of the smiles of their classmates were becoming a bit forced as they recognized band names and knew more about them than the liar. Marinette knew enough about music to know that every single band they’d named had sibling members.

“The Carpenters?” Juleka eventually asked.

By the way Lila’s face brightened, Marinette could guess she definitely knew they were famous and would make a great story.

“Oh my gosh, we’re so close! I helped them write some of the lyrics for their most recent album!”

Alya made a choking noise, and while trying not to crack up Marinette realized the girl had finally caught one of the lies.

Chloé was suddenly hissing in her ear, “Put the call on speaker when it rings,” before she moved toward the stairs to the classroom.

Marinette glanced at her suspiciously, but was immediately drawn back to the show when Juleka crossed her arms and laughed.

The smile on Lila’s face faltered for a moment, before returning with a look of confusion. “Did I say something funny?”

“Their last album came out in 1981, so unless you’re secretly like 50 years old pretending to be a teenager like I’m guessing you’ve pretended everything else, it’s hilarious,” Juleka drawled loudly, her shyness momentarily absent in her glee.

In the stunned silence, during which Lila’s face twitched and turned an interesting array of colors, Marinette’s phone rang.

The screen read Uncle Jagged.

Marinette blinked, suddenly realizing what Chloé had meant, and—

Chloé had gotten Jagged to call her?!

She answered the call, putting it on speaker. “Um, hello?”

“Marinette! Where’s the fire?! Drive faster, Penny!” He sounded almost frantic.

“Fire?” She asked.

“I heard my favorite niece is having an emergency. What’s wrong?”

“I’m just at school, Uncle Jagged,” she said, putting emphasis on his name and taking joy in how Lila’s face turned a mottled white. “Having lunch and a show. Are you in Paris?”

“The school? Penny, she’s at the school.” Jagged’s voice was distant as he talked to his assistant, then came back full force. “Hang tight. Uncle Jagged and Aunt Penny are coming. Clara’s here, too!”

The line went dead.

Lila stood abruptly. “Oh, I just remembered, I need to—”

Ivan put his hands on her shoulders gently, suddenly behind her. “Sit.”

The Italian’s eyes darted around the table, finding no sympathy. She sat. Ivan kept his hands on her shoulders, not quite menacing.

Chloé’s laugh rang out from above, and Marinette glanced up to see that the blonde had M. Damocles and Mme. Bustier in tow.

“What is it you need us to see, Mlle. Bourgeois?” the principal demanded. “We were enjoying lunch.”

Jagged sprinted through the entrance, Fang on a leash and easily keeping up. “Marinette! I came right away!”

“M. Stone!” M. Damocles sounded a bit strangled. “You cannot bring that… creature on school property!”

“Can so. Fang’s my emotional support crocodile!”

Penny trotted up from behind him and handed a slip of paper to the principal.

Clara was behind Penny, looking concerned as she approached. “Marinette, are you unwell? I hear for us you’ve a tale to tell.”

Marinette’s face grew warm. “I’m okay, Clara. I’m not sure why Jagged thought there was an emergency.”

Chloé let out an irritated huff. “Because there was. The entire class was being seduced by a liar’s pretty stories, and that thot was bullying you.”

Jagged let out an outraged string of what sounded like they could be curse words if they were pronounced in a non-Cockney accent.

Eventually he scanned the courtyard. “Okay, which of you has been bullying my niece? It’s time for Fang’s lunch, anyway.”

“We don’t have the paperwork to cover that, Jagged,” Penny commented, though she too was leveling a hard stare at the students.

“Bullying certainly isn’t cool. Why was it allowed in this school?” Clara took a seat next to Marinette, taking one of her hands. “You of all people deserve much better: why, you’re a wonderful budding trend-setter.”

A lump was forming in Marinette’s throat; she’d spent so long being strong while all of this had been going on, figuring no one would believe her. But Chloé, of all people, had brought in the cavalry.

Juleka was the one to finally answer Jagged, pointing at Lila. “She’s the one. Just tried to convince me to kick my own brother out of our band and claimed she helped the Carpenters write their last album.”

Jagged studied Juleka for a moment. “You’re Anarka’s kid, yeah? ’Course you’ve got a band. Music’s in your blood.”

Then he turned to Lila. “So what other tall tales has this one been making up?”

Nathaniel opened his sketchbook. “That she’s best friends with Ladybug, has arthritis, got tinnitus saving your kitten from a runaway airplane, you wrote a song about her—“

“A kitten? A song? I’ve never seen that brat in all my life.”

“I mean, there’s more. But she also told us that Clara texts her all the time earlier.”

Clara’s expression turned stormy. “Using my name to borrow fame? I truly think you have no shame! The rest of this class needn’t lie, for they’ve all danced at my side!”

“She was pretending to be in Achu when we participated in your music video, Mlle. Nightingale,” Rose offered softly. “She’s also claimed to know Prince Ali, but I bet if I texted him right now we’d learn that’s a lie, too.”

Chloé scoffed, turning to M. Damocles and Mme. Bustier. “Did you even look into her claims about being in Achu, or having disabilities?”

The principal stuttered an excuse, while their teacher turned pale.

“It seems the school has dropped the ball. Her parents they should try to call.”

Lila chose that moment to push away from the table and out of Ivan’s reach, fleeing from the school as though her ugly-ass romper was on fire.

Marinette sighed. Volpina, take three, was likely on the horizon.

But as her classmates gathered around her apologizing, Alya sitting beside her and hugging her, she could feel it was all going to be okay.

Especially if she got to smack Lila around a little when she was akumatized.

I’m a match, she’s kerosene

You know she’s gonna burn down everything

She’s an arsonist in her pastime

And I’ve been burned for the last time

-The Interrupters

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfiction #marinette dupain cheng #Juleka Couffaine/Rose Lavillant #rose lavillant #juleka couffaine #lila 'the liar' rossi #lila salt #jagged stone #clara nightingale #chloe bourgeois #chloe redemption #ivan bruel #penny rolling #damocles salt #bustier salt #alya cesaire

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soonhoonsol · 4 years ago

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✨ Content Creator Year in Review ✨

i was tagged by @softhyungkyun (thank you victoria!!)

first creation of 2020:

funnily enough, my first creation wasn’t a gifset. it was this set of fallin’ flower lockscreens (lmao). i kinda like how they turned out though!! but for gifsets, my first set was my top 10 songs from the first half of 2020 (long title, i know). my first time rotoscoping gifs and using avisynth but i think they turned out great!

most recent creation of 2020:

at the time i am doing this game, it’s the Joshua CD edit :) i am proud of my CD edits HAHA i think they’re pretty and much better looking than the actual CDs that are sold (i am so not subtle)

one of your favorite creations from 2020:

this jeonghan music bank set!! i really, REALLY liked the colouring i did for this. i can never replicate it. this was my peak.

a creation you’re really proud of:

can we go back to the CD edits hmm my SPVRTS magazine edits!! i had too much fun with the captions. like way too much fun. please check it out if you have time i beg of you. i really think those edits deserved better T~T

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a new style you tried this year and a work that uses it:

overlapping elements! i used to avoid them for gifs but i thought “eh, let’s just try it out” and THE AMOUNT OF MATH IT TOOK KILLED ALL MY BRAIN CELLS. never again. you can see the fruits of my labour in my Home;Run set :)

a creation that took you forever:

aside from the Home;Run set above (help), my Harper’s Bazaar recolour and my HHU rotoscope post took literal days to do. don’t make the same mistakes i make on a daily basis thank you.

your creation from 2020 that received the most notes:

my 24H set!! which i’m very proud of hehe because it took a while to get everything to line up properly so i was really happy to see that it was well-received :))

a creation you think deserved more notes:

it’s literally one gif but yes, it is this Hoshi rotoscope gif. it took a lot longer than expected because his hair camouflages with the background :’)))

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it:

uhh... the only post i made for another fandom was this Kihyun birthday set~ perhaps i should expand my horizons... i do like this new colouring method i tried though!

a creation you made that breaks your heart:

this set of Seventeen’s Prime Minister award. it breaks my heart in a good way. so proud :’))

a ‘simple’ creation that you really love:

why is ‘simple’ in quotation marks? okay this one wasn’t really simple because it took a lot of time but Seventeen’s 5th Anniversary video :’) this one can go under the previous category too~

a creation that was inspired by another one:

this mingyu w korea recolour i did was actually inspired by @joshuahong (hi bea!!) with her own rendition. i thought hers was so pretty and clean and honestly i didn’t want to colour it since she already did it but she encouraged me to do it too so i switched up the colours a lil~

a favorite creation created by someone else:

OH BOY I HAVE SO MANY (under the chey’s favs tag if you want to check it out) but my ultimate favourite is the 3-part birthday series @cutiejoshi made for my birthday (thank you siri ilysm <3)

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some of your favorite content creators from the year (also tag you’re it!!):

@iiasha @kyeomshine @jaemtens @uriboogyu @xuseokgyu @luvhannie @boosbin @ajusnice @tuanzie @baekonbaek @myunqho @ourseokmin , the ones tagged earlier and of course everybody else whose content i gush over <3 which is basically everyone

and for good measure, another a couple more creations of yours that you love:

Vernon Global Press Conference

Jeonghan Home;Run Fancam

Jun Home;Run Studio Choom

Seventeen 1st Look Edit

also, not my creations but... i absolutely love everything in the #caratrevival tag because it’s all super creative and amazing!!

#tagged #victoria <3 #my lovely moot <3 #this took so long to do O.o #but this was fun!!#there were some things i didn't even realize i made THIS year #2020 has been so long...damn #but also whoever i tagged in this!!#you have been tagged to do this review too :D #love you <3

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peeterparkr · 5 years ago

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limits of desire⤳t.h.||10

chapter 10: throw your bridal shower.

story summary: you met Tom a night he was trying to sleep with you, it didn’t work and you became best of friends. Wedding bells might be ringing for when you both realize what you really feel.

summary: the one with the Toblerone, the questionnaire & the lingerie

pairing: fuckboy!tom holland x best friend!reader

warnings: swearing, angsty, fluffy, harry potter, alcohol mention, sex mention, i didn’t proof read lmao

word count: 6.3k

previous chapter next chapter series masterlist wanna be tagged?

“What even is a Bridal Shower?” Sam asked.

Tom and Haz had tried to set up the perfect bridal shower since y/n told him. They were good at planning parties at the last minute. But, those parties usually involved alcohol, music and chips. Nothing too complicated. However, a bridal shower was a whole different thing.

Poker night was definitely going to go way different than the boys had expected it to go. For starters, Haz and Tom's house was covered in flowers, with tables and chairs around. There were cheesy signs with messages like 'Here comes the Bride', 'Put a Ring On It' and ‘Miss to Mrs.’. There were pink flowers, and in the refrigerator, to Harry's surprise, there was no space, due to the pink cheesecake, the pink chocolate cake, and the pink champagne. Haz and Tom had started shopping and decorating as soon as they had left the dance class.

"Don't tell me the toilet is the pink too," Harry complained.

"Alright, Tom," Tuwaine rolled his eyes. “I never thought I'd say this, but here you go...Magazines for bridesmaids, from various countries.”

“I found videos on youtube,” said Harry. “I sent them to you.”

“I made a board on Pinterest,” Haz said. “And i shared it with you.”

"Although honestly, everything would be easier if you went to her hotel room and told her how you feel," Sam suggested. “You know, show up with some flowers, maybe champagne, or maybe show up with some cards, Love Actually style, and tell her how you feel.”

“That could work,” Harry agreed. "But hey, I already ordered some pizzas and here are the beers, drink them since the fridge is full," he said while sipping his beer.

"No ... No, you don't understand," Tom wrinkled his nose, "It's not just preventing this wedding, it's also showing her I'm not against them."

"You're not?" Tuwaine asked condescendingly.

Tom sighed, thinking about the blue box in his drawer. "I bought something."

Haz raised his eyebrows. "What? A ring?”

“If you did, then…maybe you could go and propose to her,” Tuwaine suggested.

“Don’t be silly! He can’t propose to an engaged woman,” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Neither can’t he confess his love, then,” Harry added. “At this point it’s… complicated.”

“Did you really buy a ring?” Haz asked,

"No, no ... Nothing, nothing," Tom cleared his throat. "Now, I need to turn this place into a dream place for y / n, uh ... Actually, I also made a board on pinterest, as crazy as it sounds, I have everything here, there will be a hot chocolate bar ..."

"Tom," Haz stopped him. "Sam made a point."

"I know, but it's not that simple."

"Isn't it easy to tell her that you love her?" Tuwaine laughed. "Man, I’m telling you, it took a long time for you not to tell her, already."

"If I have waited so long I can wait longer," Tom added. “I want her to see that I can really take things seriously, you guys understand?”

“I think rather, you are afraid, Tom,” said Harry. "I think you're afraid of being rejected as you rejected her."

"Maybe, yes," Tom admitted. “But hey, wouldn’t you feel that way? You saw how she was looking at Miguel, right? ”

“ Yes, Tom, but I also saw how you danced with her today, I've never seen her have that chemistry with someone else, not even with Miguel on the night of the party, ”Haz insisted.

"That's what it all relies on," Tom said. "She may have feelings for me, but she thinks I'm not fit for her."

"Have you told her that you have changed?" Sam asked.

"Yes," Tom sighed. "She doesn't believe me."

"We need an insider," Tuwaine suggested.

"We just need to convince not only y/n, then," said Haz. "She has a very poisonous voice there by her side."

"Lizzie," Tom growled. "And how to make Lizzie convince herself?"

"Ask her for help, for the party!" Sam suggested.”Maybe she’ll think you’ve changed, too!”

Tom thought about it. "Okay, okay," he said as he pulled out his phone, texting Lizzie asking about ideas for the shower of y / n.

"I don't know," Haz hesitated. "I think Lizzie isn't so happy with y / n's wedding either."

"Do you think so?" Tom raised his head.

Tuwaine was the first to let out a laugh. "Tom, please, the only thing Lizzie wants in this life is for y/n to get away from you." The other friends followed his laughter.

“Really?” Tom frowned.

“Yeah, but I heard her speaking at the party,” Haz said. “She told Hannah how she was unsure, that y/n should not marry someone she had just met.”

“She’s right about that,” Tom rolled his eyes.

“But still, she doesn’t like you,” Tuwaine added.

“Oh, no, she likes him just fine,” Sam teased. “But she’s angry Tom doesn’t like her in the same way.”

Tom rolled his eyes, but he received a text from Lizzie.

“Flowers, lots of flowers,” it read.

And he knew Lizzie meant that text. Because y/n loved flowers.

“Have the place be presentable. Fairy tale with taste, not too much.” She textured again.

"Ah, that's fine ... Now, you have to ... Transform this men's cage into a dream place," Tom said with little desire.

"What is a bridal shower, again?" Harry asked. “Do you have to bring strippers? Oh, what if you're the stripper for. ”

“No, no, no! it's not a bachelorette party, ”said Tom. "Actually, uh ... I don't know, I just know that we have to do the centerpieces, oh and plan games."

"Games, yes, I had some of that on my board on pinterest ..." Haz said. "Here it is! 30 games to do in a Bridal Shower! ”

Harry took Haz's cell phone, reading the games.

"great, that sounds promising," Tom said, he looked too stressed. "Hey, let's see."

Harry read the list. "You know, most of the games are really coupley things," said Harry. “You know… for couples who have been together for a long time. It would be easy if it were you. ”

“You could make a game like that, right? Let her understand that she doesn't know Miguel and that you Tom, are the one who should really be with her, ”Tuwaine said.

"Yes ... Yes," Tom cleared his throat.

"Yes, the nearly-wed game," Haz said. "I'll send a text to Miguel, I'll have him answer the questions and-"

"You have his number?"

"I had to spend a whole day with him, man, what did you expect?" Harrison sighed. “But, let's ask him questions and let y/n try to answer them. And vice-versa, make y/n answer a questionnaire, and we have Tom answer it. ”

“Cool, now help me out wit these, ‘the thanks for coming’ gifts,” Tom said, as he took out little bags.

"Toblerones?" Asked Harry as he looked into the bag.

"Yes..." Tom smiled. “Toblerones.”

“And… is this Harry Potter themed? I thought the theme was pink.”

Haz laughed, “the theme is the night Tom fell in love with her.”

——

Not far from there, y/n was not having a good time. She felt her head was going to explode. She was sure that whatever that had happened at the dancing lesson was not insignificant. She was in her hotel room, with Lizzie sitting on the edge of her bed while y/n was complaining against the pillow.

Lizzie was drinking from her glass of wine while staying quiet.

"Are you done?" She asked her friend.

"No," answered y / n. “I have serious problems.”

“Needless to say.”

“I love Miguel,” said y/n, more for her than for Lizzie, who decided to remain silent. "I mean ... I don't know why I'm doing this."

"Y / N, you’re not over Tom," Lizzie told her.

"What are you talking about? I'm over him… No, wait, I'm not over because I was never… above him, ”Y / n closed her. eyes. "I mean ... You know what I mean."

Lizzie poured her a glass of wine. "Okay,y/n, it's time we talked."

"Talk about what?"

"Talk about how you have been in love with Tom for a long time already?"

Y / N glared at her friend. "No ...that is not true."

"Come on, y / n, I can assure you that I know the day you fell in love with him." Lizzie sighed. "it was just shortly after you met, when you had that great big essay, you remember? The big Christmas party? We were on finals.”

"That ..."

"You fell in love at that time, and ... if I didn’t know Tom any better, I also believe that he fell in love at that precise moment. ”

Y/N took a sip of her wine glass. Yes, she remembered it too.

5 years ago.

It was cold, y/n had not stopped sneezing, and she had a mixture of tissues, notes and books around her bedroom. Her eyes were covered with dark circles and her nose was red. She was curled up while trying to read yet another book so she could finish her essay on the criticism of contemporary media, talking about free speech with legal terms and other nonsense that y/n did not remember due to her illness.

She was almost finished but, y/n, like the great student She was, she was still editing it. There was a party, Tom had invited her and her friends. Haz and he were celebrating the finals and Christmas. Honestly, it was yet another way to get girls to bed.

Y/ n's friends had been gushing about how amazing it was that y/n was now friends with a celebrity. And they were insisting on how y/n should be dating Tom, thing which, y/n of course declined, being that because clearly Tom was not the kind of guy you go out on dates with, but someone for a one-night stand. Y/n didn’t want that.

Besides, she liked him, as a friend, of course.

But she wasn’t going to the party, she had an essay to finish. Besides, she felt worse and worse by each second. Every second her cold was killing her.

"Are you sure you're not going?" Rachel, her roommate, asked. “It's you whom he invited.”

“I am sure, I don't want to risk getting even more sick, have fun, get out, and I hope you get some.”

She had sent a text to Tom, telling him she wouldn't go to his party because her body had decided to betray her, but she wished him luck and asked him to please not sleep with any of her friends, she didn't want things to be uncomfortable.

-C'mon, please join us, it'll be fun, you know what they say, drinking whiskey is like going to the doctor

-Who says that?

-I just did

-I'm sorry, I really wish I could, but I need to rest, have fun, tho!

So she curled up in her bed, coughing as she covered herself. She fell asleep. But not for long because someone had knocked on her door. Y / N, covered with a blanket, approached the door, which opened only to reveal a coated Tom who had a pizza box in one hand and another box with other things under it.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, perplexed as Tom surrounded her to enter the room.

"I came to take care of you," Tom said. "My God, you're a mess."

"Take care of me?"

"Yes, I told you I would throw that party to spend time with you, you decided not to come so I assumed I would bring the fun to you," Tom said with a smile. "I will help you clean up and then we will watch a movie," Tom said, leaving the box with things on her bed and the pizza on her desk, while throwing out y/n’s tissues and cleaning up her mess.

Y / N looked at him perplexed, with a smile, but not without , of course, sneezing.

"Hell, you sound terrible," Tom scoffed. “I believe you now, I mean I saw you with the red nose but it could’ve been makeup.”

“What… what is this?” Y/n asked approaching the box.

"A care package."

Y / N burst out laughing. “Really?”

“Yes, hey, I told you that I wanted to be your best friend, right? I think it's a good start, besides, you deserve it, I've seen you kill yourself for school, you need a break, ”Tom said, as he approached the box. "It has everything you need, I know you're old-fashioned and you still have a DVD, so I brought your favorites, Harry Potter."

Y / N smiled as she looked at the box. It had the Harry Potter movies, vitamin C supplements, chapstick, lotion, medicine,gatorades, tissues, advils, tea bags in a new cup, popcorn, toblerones (y / n's favorites), a pair of socks and a blanket . Y / N's heart melted.

Tom finished cleaning up the mess y/n had built up while y/n watched him and helped him with it. She saw him, for the first time, in a different way.

"Besides, I brought pizza, because I'm sure you forgot to eat," Tom said. “Now, put on the movie, snuggle up, take your pills, while I'm going to search for some hot water for your tea, okay?”

“But… Tom, your party,” said y/n.

"There will be more parties, silly," Tom laughed. “A friend needs me.”

And y/n had felt like her body was quickly warming up, and she was sure it wasn't a fever. And in that moment when she saw him smile, y/n understood many things about Tom. What she had seen from the beginning, just a few weeks ago. Tom was someone who cared. Tom was meticulous and loyal as a friend.

And she suddenly felt that her stomach was churning, maybe she could blame the same cold, but she had decided to ignore it. Blaming it on illness, when she was completely sure that she had fallen in love with Tom. She saw it with different eyes, and although it was too early to say it, she had seen him with blind eyes.

“You didn’t have to do this,” she told him as soon as he came back.

“I sure did, you deserve to have fun, too,” Tom chuckled. “Look, I will also take you out for breakfast tomorrow.”

“Hmm—breakfast?”

“Fine, brunch so you can sleep a bit more, alright?” Tom grinned. “But actually sleep! I’ve seen how you live on coffee and you should actually sleep more.”

Y/n chuckled, he was right. They stayed quiet for a bit.

“The pizza is great, but you know what I’m craving right now?” She looked at him.

“strawberry cheesecake,” Tom guessed.

Y/N blinked. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she laughed. “I was actually thinking about that!”

Tom’s eyes widened. “No way!”

Y/n giggled between coughs. “Yes! How could you even guess?”

Tom shrugged. “We were meant to be friends, y/n,” he smirked. “Now, let’s prove if this is destiny or not. What dessert am I craving?”

She looked him in the eyes. “I—well,” she bit her lip. “Chocolate truffle cake.”

Tom blinked. “Now that is creepy.”

Y/n raised her eyebrow. “Really?”

“Really, that is creepy.”

“Maybe we read each other’s mind—“ she smiled, as she snuggled with her blanket and her old Mickey Mouse plush.

“Still creepy,” he laughed.

“You know, I need to take you to this bakery, it’s near here, I discovered once when it was raining and I had nowhere else to get in, it’s sooo good, they have all kinds of dessert.”

“Like strawberry cheesecake and chocolate truffle cake?” Tom grinned.

“Yes, like strawberry cheesecake and chocolate truffle cake.”

That had been the first of many times curled up watching Harry Potter. It became another tradition between the two of them, who shared it only with each other. And since that day, y/n had not been able to let her feelings stop growing. But Tom had taught her that he was not a good match, that Tom was simply not built for relationships.

Which brings us back to today, where she was drinking from a glass of cheap wine in a hotel room with Lizzie.

"I'm not in love with him," said Y / N, trying to convince her friend.

"You are," Lizzie told her. "Y / N are you sure you're going to marry a man when you love someone else?"

"I don't know, Lizzie, it's complicated," said y / n. “It's… I love Miguel, he loves me like someone should love me. I don't have to beg him for his love, do you understand? Miguel doesn't go around reminding me that he can't love me. ”

“ Y / N. ”

“ Maybe, Lizzie, I was in love with Tom, I can't… I don't know, I think it's something that had to happen, and you're right, It all happened that night, when he decided not to go to his party to take care of me, ”she smiled as she remembered.

“Yeah.”

“But, being honest, Lizzie, why wouldn't I fall in love with him? Have you thought about that? I mean, he ... he gave everything for me, that night is just one of many, I thought maybe he felt something too. I mean, how many times didn't he pull an all-nighter himself to help me with an exam? Or how many times wasn't he there comforting me to cry with me? It was... the little details, from knowing my favourite chocolate to knowing that I accumulate notebooks. ”

“ I know. ”

“ But, it seems I always found a way to avoid it, as if every time he knew he was doing something to make me fall in love… He was with another girl, and yet with another girl. ”

“ I know, I was one of the victims, I was an aware victim, though. ”

“ You were? ”

“ Y / N, the last time I slept with him was to prevent you from doing it, we both know Tom, he always plays that little game with you, he always looked forward to playing with you and ... And I saw that several times that you were just about to give in, but, as someone who once slept with him, I didn't want you to feel that, you know? I didn't want you to suffer that particular disappointment, ”Lizzie said with a little guilt. “Oh, I don't know,y/n.”

“Come again?”

“I think I saw the way you saw him, and sometimes I came to think that Tom felt the same about you and then… Then he did those things, and he turned around to flirt with whoever was in the room. ”

“ Thank you for bringing that back, ” y/n sighed, gulping down her wine.

"Tom doesn't know how to love,y/n, or ... or maybe he does, I don't know, he's scared, that's what I see, and being honest, I can't stand it," Lizzie said. “Because in spite of everything, he is the man who has made my best friend cry the most.”

She was right.

“No… I don't know,” y/n ignored her gaze, knowing she was right. "But he's also a very good friend."

"I can't deny that," Lizzie said. “But I think, I think you have to let him go.”

“I know,” said y/n . “I tried that, I did that, and for six months, I was fine, I missed him too much, because… He's my best friend, and he's always there for me.”

“As long as you have him close,” Lizzie told him. "You'll continue with that doubt, with that hope."

"But you saw him today, right?" Y / N insisted. "You saw how he looked at me, and… oh Lizzie, when I was dancing with him, I felt ... I felt everything, even more than with Miguel."

The two finished their drinks and Lizzie filled them again. They remained silent, while pretending to watch the background film they had been playing all this time.

"Y/N are you sure you want to get married?" Lizzie asked. "I understand that you want to forget Tom, but is getting married necessary?"

Y/N did not answer suddenly but looked at her cell phone. She had a photo of Miguel as her background, as if to remind herself that he was her fiancé and not Tom. However, when unlocking it, she had a picture with Tom. She checked her notifications, and there was what she needed, a message from Miguel. Poetry, Said poetry she loved.

“Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy who loves you, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die. ”

Y/N smiled to herself.

"Yes, I want to marry Miguel," she said confidently. “I just need to see a picture with him to remember why I want to do it, I guess… I guess I'm having all these thoughts because I know I'm going to let Tom go, forever.”

“Forever?”

“Yes , I don't want to live tied to him, and if I don't let him go ... I'll stay there like a fool, dancing with him just to see how he goes and ends up sleeping with another girl, I can't keep hopeful in that fantasy of him finally falling in love with me, ”y/n reminded her. "So ... after the wedding, I don't know ... Well, for starters, I'll stay there with Miguel, I'm going to leave London."

Lizzie approached to hug her. "Take me with you. You can't leave me. ”

Y / N let out a small, forced laugh. “I have to go, and I will, because I will love Miguel, and we will build a life together.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, y/n,” said Lizzie, as she looked at her cellphone, she erased her last notification.

"Am I crazy?" Asked y/n.

"Very crazy, but I think Miguel will do you good," Lizzie told her. "However, if you're going to get Tom out of your life ... And after being so many years in love with him ..."

"What?"

"Well, if I were you, I'd have a little fun," Lizzie hinted with a smile. “I mean, you both would have to get each other out of your lives, then…”

“Lizzie! You're saying that… ”

“Yes, sleep with Tom, ”Lizzie laughed. "What could go wrong?"

"I am engaged!" Claimed y / n.

"That didn't stop you today," Lizzie reminded her. “Think about it, it was a joke… But, it would be good if you actually knew who you were in love with.”

“Lizzie!”

“Y/N! You’ve been in love with him for five years now. You’re getting married! And you’re never going to see him again, sleep with him, then he will have to kick you out it of his life and you will have to kick him out of your life, and you’re good! And you won’t live without knowing what it was like to sleep with probably the love of your life!”

“He’s—not the love of my life,” lied y/n. “Miguel is.”

“Whatever! You know you want to sleep with Tom!” Insisted Lizzie.

“No, no. That is why I have to go back to Mexico, I will continue with that plan! if I spend 10 more minutes alone with him, I will not be able to control myself. ”

“Do what you want y/n, ”Lizzie laughed. "It was just an idea."

Y / N rolled her eyes. “Idiot.”

“Oh, sometimes I appreciate that you didn't sleep with him,” Lizzie laughed, while y / n now served them both more wine.

Y / N shook her head. They were silent for a while, watching the movie that was in the background.

“Was he…” Y / N cleared her throat. “Was he good?”

Lizzie smirked and raised her eyebrows. "Very."

Y/N laughed. "I mean, with all that experience, wouldn't expect anything else."

Lizzie laughed. "Boy knows his ways," she admitted. "And tell me ... Miguel?"

"It's ..." Y / N flushed. "Well, nothing to do with the British guys ... He moves differently."

"Different good?"

"Oh, definitely, different better!" Y/n chuckled.

Both friends started laughing to each other and gushed about the other guys they'd dated. Having fun, remembering fun anecdotes.

—

Y/N had showed up to her bridal shower with just a slight hangover. Big was her surprise when it wasn’t a disaster. It was… perfect. Pink, very pink, but perfect. With a few touches of white and yellow thanks to the flowers Tom had chosen.

It was cheesy but with taste, and incredibly nice. Tom served pizza, which perfectly captured y/n’s request of ‘nothing too big’. There were some big pillows on the floor where they’d be playing after. It reminded y/n of a slumber party of sorts.

Tom was the only man around, because he was her maid of honor, of course. He was nervous and he seemed a bit out of character. Although, he had been acting that way since y/n had come back.

“Lizzie, hello,” he greeted her.

“I’m impressed,” she admitted. “This is the best shower I’ve been to.”

“Really?” Tom cleared his throat. “Thank you, I hope y/n likes it.”

Lizzie raised her eyebrows at him. “What’s the theme, though? I mean… it’s lovely—“

“Ah it’s… pink, I guess,” Tom lied. “Pink slumber.”

Lizzie gave him an authentic smile. “With strawberry cheesecake and pink chocolate cake, I see… and I saw you had some Harry Potter hints, too.”

“Well, y/n loves Harry Potter, I guess I just threw in a bit of what she loves,” Tom accepted.

“I see,” Lizzie gave him a sad smile.

The party continued, and y/n, with a glass of champagne on her hand, eventually approached Tom.

“Tom, this is adorable,” she told him.

“I’m glad,” he grinned.

Y/N was nibbling on a Toblerone. “I’m… seriously, thank you so much.”

“I’m not going to lie, I was going to a Mexican themed party, but I realized that I could’ve gone in a… totally not appropriate way and that would’ve been bad, so the theme is… Pink, simpler, nicer.”

Y/n chuckled. “Yeah, and oh thanks for the Toblerone, I totally love these,” she chuckled as she placed a hand on his shoulder. “You look nice today.”

Tom blushed looking down. “Thanks, you look… spectacular, that dress is beautiful.”

Y/N smiled but cleared her throat. “Oh… eh, and I just… wanted to thank you for coming to the dancing lessons with me.”

“Anything for you,” Tom said looking into her eyes.

Y/N blinked. There it was again, that promise which held so much but his love.

Tom smiled. “And oh, listen, the only Mexican thing is the music, listen to it, it’s… lovely,” he said turning the volume higher. “this is actually a song named ‘Solamente Una Vez’, am I pronouncing that right?”

Y/n chuckled. “Yes, I think.”

“Well, it’s a song… About falling in love just once,” he said looking into her eyes.

Y/N cleared her throat as she gulped down her champagne. “Nice, uh… Did Miguel recommend it?”

Tom closed his eyes. “No… He, he didn’t.”

Y/N looked away, Lizzie quickly saw her and ran to save her.

“Tom, let’s start with the games!” She suggested.

Soon enough they were gathered around on the pillows and on the couch, waiting for the games that Tom had prepared. They were all cheerful, and happy.

Tom chuckled. “Well, as you may know, I don’t truly know how these things work. Maybe I went a little over the top,” he announced. “I feel weird being surrounded by all these women.”

“Are you really, though?” Lizzie nudged Rachel, who was definitely not happy to be there.

Tom blushed, clearing his throat. “Anyway, uh--”

Y/N glared at Lizzie. “It’s amazing, Tom, thank you.”

“I had to do a little research, because I thought initially this was supposed to be the bachelorette party… And I didn’t have time to cancel the strippers!”

Anna, y/n’s mom’s eyes widened. “Tom!”

He laughed. “No, I’m joking, I’m joking… But with uh, the little research I made, the bridal shower is to…” Tom gulped. “Support the marriage and celebrate the bride,” Tom said looking at y/n. “The beautiful and most amazing bride.”

Y/N chuckled and mouthed a thank you to Tom.

“Enough of this,” Lizzie yelled. “Let’s play the games.”

“Well, I thought it’d be a good time to quiz all of us on knowing the bride,” Tom smirked. “I’m gonna pass some… questionnaires and we will see who knows her the best, we will also be competing against the groom,” Tom laughed. “Who was kind enough to send his answers by text.”

They laughed and started filling it up.

Y/N looked at the questions, and bit her lip. There was no way in which Miguel could’ve answered all of them right. Probably, the only one who could really answer them all was… Tom.

“Well, let’s start, an easy one, okay?” Tom grinned. “Uh, where did the bride and groom meet each other?” he asked. “Y/N, love, mind checking my answers while I check Miguel’s?”

Y/n smiled at Tom. “Mexico, when I was stuck in a rainstorm.”

Tom grinned. “Who got that one correct? Check all your answers then. And let’s see, Miguel got that one correct.”

“Wait, uh, Tom… “Lizzie intruded. “I’ll… ask the next one, and we can keep asking them.”

Tom shrugged. “As you wish.”

Lizzie looked down. “What’s y/n signature drink?”

“Iced coffee…” Y/n answered. “But…Pink mimosas if we’re talking alcohol,” she chuckled, winking.

Tom chuckled. “And… the groom’s answer was… Beer and… Tequila” Tom raised his eyebrows. “I think Miguel thinks he’s dating me, instead.”

Y/N chuckled. “Okay, to be fair with him, back in Mexico, I did only drink just that,” she admitted. She looked down at Tom’s answer. ‘Iced coffee, except when it’s cold, then hot cocoa, and pink mimosas if it’s alcohol’. Y/N gulped.

They continued with more questions, some of them Miguel guessed correctly, but most of them he didn’t. However, each question, Tom had guessed it correctly and with all the ‘buts and whys’ answered right beside it. He knew her, entirely. And she had kept drinking from her champagne while either of her friends refilled her glass.

“What’s her go-to karaoke song?” Y/N’s mom asked after a few questions. “Easy, I can answer it, Dancing Queen!”

“While that answer is partly correct Anna,” Tom chuckled. “That’s only when she’s sober.”

Y/N blushed embarrassed. Her mother stared at y/n chuckling.

“Oh yes, her rendition of Toxic, might be the best I’ve seen,” Hannah laughed. “The choreography.”

Y/N laughed, embarrassed. She was still sober enough to know she wouldn’t need to perform it. That didn’t mean she would.

“I’ve got to differ,” y/n answered. “While both of those options are correct… Tom was the one who guessed it fair and square,” Y/N chuckled awkwardly as she stared at his answers. Her three go-to karaoke songs were there.

“You all missed ‘You’re the One that I want’ from Grease,” Tom laughed watching her. “Shall we?” He asked as he looked for his phone, and searched for the song. “No, no, I’m not doing it,” Y/N laughed, while their friends cheered.

“Oh my god,” Anna giggled.

Tom stood up, reaching for y/n’s hand. “C’mon,” he said before starting the song. The piano gave y/n’s chills.

She smirked. “Tell me about it, stud,” she said.

The rest of the party continued, after y/n’s and Tom’s performance, it suddenly got more interesting. But nothing too weird, Tom hadn’t really done anything wrong and y/n was just waiting for him to hook up with one of her friends. He didn’t. He hadn’t even flirted with them, he had only smiled and listened to them, but no flirting. He had remained incredibly decent and had only paid attention to y/n. Maybe, y/n thought, he was no longer afraid to flirt with her because he thought that y/n wouldn’t fall because she was engaged. Little did he know that was the bigger problem.

The questionnaire had remained on her head, for the rest of the party. Miguel hadn’t been able to answer most of the questions. His answers had been incredibly naive and basic, while Tom’s were on point, as that question about her favourite movie in which he answered: ‘She says her favourite movie is Death Poet Society, which it is, but The Princess Diaries might be her actual favourite.’

But the party ended, it had been perfect. And y/n wasn’t sure if had been the recent conversation she had had with Lizzie, or if it actually was themed to that night. Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about it. The pizza, the Toblerone, the Harry Potter things and the blankets. Maybe it was her imagining stuff.

That didn’t impede her, of course, from booking her flight to Monday that very next monday. She hadn’t told Tom. But she had asked him to go shopping the next day with her, with Lizzie’s idea still roaming on her head. Hooking up with Tom one last time before she got married. As a cleanse. But it wouldn’t make any sense.

Besides, she needed to know where he was in that situation, which brought her to the next day after the party, Saturday, only two days before her flight. A stupid decision, really, to bring him over to check on some ‘clothing’. She had stalled, because she really didn’t want to see it.

However, Tom had been perfect. A perfect maid of honour, he had asked been her confidant, asking if she was actually ready to do all of this.

Tom had been particularly quiet and seemed to have his head elsewhere, but he was still there.

They were walking past the particular shop wanted to visit. Victoria Secret.

“I need to check the lingerie,” she sentenced as she dragged him to the shop. Tom turned red.

“What?”

“For the wedding night!” Y/N chuckled, seeing him turning tense.

“Well, check it with Liz! Or Hannah! Not with me,” Tom coughed, awkwardly. “No.”

“Are you crazy? You’re the perfect person for this job! Who’s taken more lingerie than you?” She laughed as she walked over to see the babydolls, and the teddy’s.

Tom squeezed his eyes shut. “Fair point.”

He followed after her.

“Let’s put your whoring to some use,” she laughed.

Tom followed after her. He was sweating.

“You get nervous around underwear?” Y/N teased.

“I can’t be recognized here,” he mumbled. “Especially not with an engaged woman,” Tom reminded her.

Y/N laughed. “Ah, please, people know we’re just friends.”

“Are we,” he mumbled, but y/n chose to ignore it.

She kept going through the racks as Tom tried to ignore her, scrolling through his phone, texting, until y/n walked into the fitting room.

“So, have you talked to… Miguel?” Tom asked as he strolled in front of the room.

“Yes, yes, I...can’t wait to see him again.

“Of course,” Tom answered. “Well… Uh, yn? I have to thank you.”

“Me? I should be thanking you… the bridal shower was incredible,” Y/N told him as she put on one of the red teddy’s she had chosen.

“Right… But I have to thank you, for well, asking me to be your maid of honour, yeah… it’s gonna sound crazy, but you’ve really opened my eyes to the whole idea of marriage.”

Y/N stayed quiet, thinking about the ring she had found in his drawer. She faked a laugh. “Right.”

“I mean it,” he said.

“Have… you met someone Tom?” She asked him, not wanting to hear a very specific answer.

“No.”

“Then how can you be serious? I mean, would you buy a ring without having a girlfriend?” Y/N questioned.

He sighed. “I don’t know I just…. I don’t know.”

Y/N bit her lip, before she walked out of the fitting room, slowly, staring into his eyes.

He chuckled as he sat down. “Well?”

She smirked as she batted her eyes before walking out with a pink and black corset, tied to the black pantyhose she was wearing.

She walked over in the sexiest way she could, with a slow pace and a lascivious look, seeing Tom getting red and flustered. His mouth opened in awe as she smirked before twirling a finger around her hair.

Tom’s eyes couldn’t be more opened as y/n saw him practically undress her with his sight.

“Well, you think Miguel will like it?” She popped the question.

Tom suddenly shook his head and coughed. “No.” He looked away. Before chuckling and walking over.

“It’s… just…” Tom giggled. “Cute.”

Cute? He had basically already eaten her three times with the glance he had given her and he said it was cute?

“Cute? I don’t wanna look cute on my wedding night!” Y/N complained.

Tom rolled his eyes. “Well, that’s how you’ll look, you’re… cute, y/n,” He gulped. “Maybe try something else.”

Y/N sighed, before getting back to try on more.

Eventually, she decided on one, even if Tom wasn’t convinced. This had been the first time he wasn’t all supportive of everything, but he seemed flustered.

Y/N had insisted on going to the bakery, where she wanted to talk alone with him, she was finally telling him.

“So… why did we come today? It’s Saturday? Are we seeing more wedding stuff related, tomorrow? We’re still up for brunch, right?”

“Tom… No, it’s… it’s my last day in London.”

Tom blinked. “What?”

“I’ve been meaning to tell you, but… I didn’t know how I’m… I’m moving to Mexico with Miguel and I… Tomorrow’s my last day in London.”

And it was probably her last Sunday with Tom.

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eunkimmie · 6 years ago

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Flower Girl [Bakugou Katsuki x Reader]

Katsuki’s favorite thing to do on a day off was walk by himself to a restaurant that served his favorite spicy gyudon, listen to his music as he savored it, and then spend the rest of the day at the arcade a few buildings down. It was a routine that he’d perform any chance he got—a moment of peace to himself to do as he pleased without anyone annoying or bothering him. He’d walk down the sidewalk with his hands stuffed in his pockets and his earbuds in, looking unfriendly as ever. Regardless of this, there was one girl who always made an effort to shoot a sweet smile towards him and offer him a small wave. At first she was simply just a girl who just so happened to work in a flower shop that he passed when walking to the restaurant, but then suddenly she was the girl who always seemed to beam at him with a breathtaking smile.

One day Katsuki was taking his usual route to the restaurant, a constant scowl at anyone who passed by.

“S-Sir! Please, watch out—!”

He took another step, stopping momentarily to look over at the girl who screamed at him, arms waving wildly. He felt something crunch under his feet, looking down to see a fresh bouquet of bright flowers under his shoe. The girl slapped a hand over her mouth, eyebrows creasing as her eyes watered.

“A-Ah…” the girl whimpered, bending down to examine the flowers. Katsuki shuffled back awkwardly, feeling sheepish at the sight of a girl about to cry because of…plants. Her sundress swayed in sync with the breeze as her delicate hands ran over the petals which had been turned to mush on the pavement. “That’s…” she sniffed. “That’s okay…” The girl picked the bouquet up with a shaky sigh, wiping her eyes.

“Uh…I can pay you back for the, uh…The flowers,” Katsuki mumbled. He wasn’t exactly great around girls—especially crying girls at that. But the girl simply shook her head. “No, don’t…Don’t worry about it, sir.” And with that, she retreated back into the flower shop, cradling the flowers close to her chest.

He hated to admit it, but he felt bad. How could someone cry over stupid plants? For fucks sake, he could walk ten feet from here and scoop up some plants—well, weeds, but all the same. Sighing, Katsuki put his earbuds back in and changed his route…A hero didn't make girls cry, right?

“I’m sorry, we’re closed—” the girl was cut off by the sight of the familiar blonde who wore an angry expression and whose feet trampled her bouquet. However, instead of looking pissed at the entire world, he looked embarrassed. “Yeah, I know that, dumbass.” The girl looked taken aback at his forward language to her, a stranger.

“Then why—”

“Here,” he huffed, holding out a paper bag. “So we’re even.” Katsuki watched as the girl took the bag with a confused expression, timidly peeking into the bag. She reached her hand in the bag cautiously before pulling out several assortments of smaller bags. They were all bright and colorful, floral designs inked on the front.

“Flower seeds?” She looked at the packets of seeds, her blank stare eventually morphing into one of joy. She flicked through the packets happily before setting them neatly on the counter. “You shouldn't have! Thank you so much, sir!” Katsuki was about to mutter out a halfhearted ‘you're welcome’ before the girl wrapped her arms around his waist, smile bright.

“W-What do you think you're doing, dumbass?!” Katsuki sputtered, his face becoming annoyingly warm. The girl paid him no mind as she shouted, “Wait here!” before running to the back of the store. He did as told (to why he complied with her wishes, he didn't know) and waited there for a few moments. When she returned, in her hands was an arrangement of flowers.

“Here, please take this!” she enthused as she held the bouquet out to him. “The camellias mean ‘thank you,’ and the red dahlias are because your eyes are really pretty! And then I complimented it with baby’s breath!” Her eyes lit up as she explained the flowers to him, and it reminded him of the way he used to talk about heroes as a child. Katsuki stared at the flowers blandly…but he found himself reaching out for them nonetheless.

“Thanks,” he said simply. The girl grinned and waved goodbye to him as he exited the quaint little store. Sticking out from the flowers was a small tag that read, “Thank you! Cheers, (Name) (Last Name).” As he walked back to the dorms, he thought about tossing the arrangement into a bin, but for some reason he just couldn’t do it. Sighing, he ignored the curious stares that were aimed towards him as he walked with an angry expression, delicate flowers in hand.

The common area in the dorm room had a large assortment of red and white flowers on the coffee table. No one knew where they came from or why exactly they were there, but it still seemed to bring a smile to some faces regardless.

From that day on, the girl who worked at the flower shop, or (Name) as he remembered, would always offer Katsuki a kind smile when he walked by. Katsuki, on the other hand, started expecting her bright personality to greet him for only a second. He found himself starting to wave back at her or even mumbling a small, “Hey,” or, “What’s up” back. It never seemed to escalate further than that, though.

Katsuki was stretched out on the couch, relaxed as he watched his friends play a video game in the floor. A knock sounded from the front entrance, a voice muffled but still eligible calling out, “I, um…I have a delivery for Uraraka Ochaco!” The girl at subject stood from a chair in the dining area, jogging lightly to the door. Katsuki watched as his classmate opened the door, the delivery person hidden by Uraraka herself.

“Hi! It looks like your mother and father sent these for you!” Uraraka took a bright bouquet of pink flowers with a wide smile.

“Thank you! Um, hey, do you think you could show me the best place to put these so they won’t die? I want them to last as long as possible!”

“Oh, of course!” the person chirped, Uraraka moving to let them in. Katsuki felt his jaw drop as the delivery person walked in timidly, the person revealing themselves to be the girl from the flower shop. She didn't seem to notice him, though, as she followed Uraraka to fill a vase with water. (Name) took the vase now filled with flowers in her hands and walked over to the common area.

“This is an area with south facing light, so it should be—” (Name) stopped as she locked eyes with Katsuki who was sprawled out on the couch. For a moment she looked confused, but then shortly after that her face twisted into an ecstatic expression.

“Hey!” she gushed. “It’s you! Did you like the flowers?”

“You mean the red and white flowers?” Uraraka questioned. (Name) nodded with a smile. Uraraka’s face looked a bit shocked. “Eh? So that’s where those flowers came from? Those were in our common room until they wilted.”

(Name’s) eyes lit up. “Really? Oh, wow, I’m glad you liked them! I kind of thought you’d throw them away or something…”

“What? Bakugou, you're telling me you got flowers from a cute girl and never told us?” Kaminari whined. Katsuki grit his teeth and snarled. “Shut up, you dunce!”

“Ah, so you're name is Bakugou? Well it makes me really happy that you put the bouquet in here,” (Name) said as she set the vase down on the coffee table.

“Whatever…They’re just some stupid flowers, damn it,” he grumbled, crossing his arms. (Name) smiled softly before Uraraka thanked her. Katsuki watched as (Name) walked towards the door with the same cozy and bright feel to her as always. Before she left, (Name) turned her head back a bit to look at Katsuki.

“If you want, Bakugou, you can come see how the flower seeds you got me are growing. They’re all very pretty. I hope I see you around!” And with that, she left, the room somehow more cheery than it was before she arrived.

Despite the teasing that he endured, Katsuki found himself thinking about that quaint little flower shop and the sweet girl that he met there. Maybe, just maybe, he could find time to visit.

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goddessofthundathighs · 6 years ago

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DISTRACTION

Just a little filth based off of this post because I feel like I’ve been neglecting my lovelies.

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“Bro, what the fuck?” Erik yelled angrily into the headset. He’d just returned from a two-month long mission in Colombia and all he wanted to do was relax with a nice game of Battlefield 4. He checked the time on his kimoyo beads. He knew the Princess would be home soon so he removed the headset from one of his ears to listen out for her.

It had been four months since the couple had last had sex, given both of their busy schedules, and Hennessy was more than a little needy. When she came home from work, she noticed his boots and duffle bag laid next to the front door.

“The fuckum?” She paused looking around. “I know this nigga didn't...” she complained as she put away her things and made her way to the game room.

Her husband’s dark brown eyes squinted as he concentrated on the screen, his fingers tapping the controller vigorously. The voices of middle-aged men shouting in his ear made him grumble for what had seemed like the millionth time. Though she was grateful that he still kept in touch with his battles from his time in JSOC, she hated how they sometimes kept him away from her for trivial things. As he reached the end of a heated battle, he heard the light footsteps of his wife come to the door.

“Well hello to you too,” her tiny voice rang out over the loud explosions and gunshots on the TV. He could practically hear her folding her arms.

“Oh hey babe,” He called as he glanced over his shoulder briefly before returning his gaze back to the TV. Who knew that one simple phrase could make her blood boil the way it did.

“How long have you been back?”

“Couple hours,” he responded, clearly still distracted by the video game.

“And you didn’t think to —,” her voice trailed off as her anger rose. Typically he made sure to stop by her office when he returned from a mission, but today was different. Today he chose to engage in an online video game battle instead of making an effort to spend time with her.

“Sorry babe,” he grunted as he restarted the game.

“Nah, you good,” she replied as she headed for the stairs. Bratty Hennessy was in full effect and by the time she was done, Battlefield 4 would be the last thing on Erik’s mind.

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Fifteen minutes passed before she reappeared in the doorway of the game room.

“How long are you gonna be down here?”

“I don’t know Princess, why wassup?” He asked as he finished one of the game’s missions.

“Oh I don’t know, I haven’t seen you in two months, haven’t touched you in four. Get where I’m going with this?”

“Yeah, I get it baby. Gimme like 10 minutes and I’m all yours, I promise.”

“10 MINUTES?! NIGGA?!” she screamed exasperatedly.

“Okay, okay, 6 minutes,” he responded as he went back to angrily tapping the buttons on the controller.

“Fine,” she pouted as she walked over to the stereo system.

The sounds of Booty by Blac Youngsta filled the game room as the Princess distracted herself. Erik’s head began to nod to the beat as she bounced around the room.

Girl, I wanna see you twerk

I'll throw a lil' money if you twerk

I don't really think you can twerk

(Toot toot) twerk

If you broke, go to work

Make that big booty twerk

(Toot toot)

Can I touch that booty?

That booty, that big old booty?

Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?

Mike Tyson on the booty

“Babe, C'mon now.. Move…”

He was so focused on the game that he hadn’t noticed his curvaceous wife’s attire. She’d traded her tan flounce jumpsuit for a navy two-piece lingerie set with a matching see through robe. As the song continued on and her best friend’s verse came on, the tiny princess decided to kick it up a notch.

Yeah, smack it up, flip it, rub it down, BBD

Yeah, I know you heard the news about that BBC

Yeah, greatest in that box, RIP Ali

Mmm, she say she love my kids, taste my legacy

Ooh, she go stupid, I'm no Cupid, I don't cuff her, I can't lose it

What she say I'm sleepin' on her, I just said she just caught me snoozin'...

As Trey continued to rap, Hennessy purposely placed her body in Erik’s line of vision and began throwing her ass like she had entered a twerk contest.

“Hennessy I said —,” his sentence was cut off as his eyes lifted to fully take in her presence. “Gahdamn,” he groaned as he reached out to move the fabric of the robe, giving him an unobstructed view. He stared like a predator watching prey as her plump ass gyrated in his face. The groans of his battles brought him back from the trance she’d successfully put him in. Pausing the game and throwing his controller to the side, he watched her hips move with ease to the beat. Before he knew it, her ass was on his lap, grinding and popping to the music as the bass thumped throughout the room. Groaning lowly, he moved the mic from his headset down to his mouth and spoke to the men who had been complaining in his ear the entire duration of the song.

“Aye niggas, I'll be back. I don't know when though.” The men's voices were cut off as he turned the PlayStation off and tossed the headset on the table. He bit his bottom lip as his calloused hands began kneading the tender flesh of her ass before giving it two harsh smacks. She moaned softly, but continued her ministrations, turning to face him now.

“You just couldn’t wait, huh? Needy ass,” he teased as he pulled her down to straddle his lap. His lips curved into his signature smirk, revealing the gold fronts that she loved.

“Nah, you wanted to play the game, remember? Keep that same energy fam,” she said as she slowly tried to slide out of his lap. His arms locked around her like a constrictor, effectively stopping her escape.

“Nah, the only game I’m tryna play is how many times Daddy can make Hennessy cum,” he growled, lifting from the couch.

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Hennessy’s legs shook as he feasted from her, his tongue darting back and forth with impeccable speed. Her hands moved from the sheets of the bed to his unruly dreads, tugging on them as he sucked on her clit.

As his tongue lapped over one of her more sensitive areas, she yanked his hair and moaned. As if her body wasn’t already seconds from overstimulation, a growl erupted from the beast between her thighs.

“F-fuck don’t growl at me…” She whimpered as she stared down at him. As his lips turned into a sly smirk, he chuckled softly.

“Mmm. Why not Princess?”

“Y-You know why,” she whined as his long tongue wrapped around the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. He growled again, causing her to gush into his mouth as the vibration traveled up her body.

“Daddy I’m cumming,” she whined as she rocked her hips against his face. He stared up from his place between her legs, dark eyes fixed on hers as he continued to lick slow patterns on the swollen bulb.

“Let it go Princess,” he growled as he attached his lips to her clit and sucked. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast, but his tongue never stopped it’s quest. He continued feasting until orgasm number two had her clawing at his back. He licked his lips as he watched her body shake, determined to have her sated and asleep by the time he finished.

He climbed up her body slowly, kissing and biting at her skin along the way. A firm tug to his dreads had him eye to eye with the curvaceous cutie, her brown eyes piercing his.

“As much as I like the slow, sensual treatment, I’m way too horny for you to be taking your sweet grandpa time. It’s been four months, I need you to break me.”

“Say less ma,” he replied thrusting forward until he was completely buried inside of her. Her legs locked around his waist as he began delivering the powerful strokes that always left her sore and hoarse the next day.

“That’s right,” she moaned. “Act like it’s been four months since you’ve had this pussy, nigga.” He chuckled softly, leaning down to press open-mouth kisses along her cheek and jawline.

“Fuck I missed your fine ass. I missed the way your lips feel against mine, I missed the way your face scrunches up when I hit that spot, and I especially missed the way that pretty pussy clings to my dick like a life vest.” Her inner walls fluttered at his words. She had always loved how nasty he could be during sex. He sat up on his knees and pushed her legs up so that her knees were almost beside her ears.

“Grab them ankles,” he ordered as he lined himself up with her dripping core. She barely had time to comply before his hips snapped forward with electrifying force. This was one of her favorite positions because each stroke had him tapping her g-spot with deadly precision.

“Daddy,” she moaned out, feeling the familiar tingle in her lower belly.

“Wassup?” he smirked, gold fronts gleaming in the purple light of the bedroom. “You close, Mama?” She wanted to answer, but her words were caught in her throat as he continued to fuck into her. He thrust forward a few more times before pulling himself out and smacking it on her clit.

“Answer me, Monaé!” he growled, shoving himself back into her. She bit her lip and nodded, still unable to verbally express her pleasure.

“Cum for me, Princess. I feel the way she gripping me. Show Daddy he can still make that kitten purr.” At his command her released washed over her, coating both of their lower halves with her essence.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he released himself into her. He lazily kissed her lips, swallowing each moan that came in the aftershock of her orgasm. He pulled out slowly and headed for the bathroom as sleep threatened to overtake the tiny vixen.

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Once he cleaned both of them off, Erik pulled the Henny close so that her head was tucked under his chin. He kissed her forehead as he slowly began running his fingers through her curly hair.

“Sorry about your game,” she said, yawning into his neck.

“You’re fine Princess. You’ve always been my favorite distraction.”

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onfyexo · 7 years ago

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Laundromat - Tom Holland x Reader Series

Warnings: none really (?)

Oops, i think i’ve made the decision I wont include smut in this, maybe still the angst but i feel like smut would be out of place yknow? Im sorry for everyone who was looking forward to that actionDJSMDMS. I’ll definitely write stand alone smut in the future 💕

Part 3 - Conversation starts between the two of you and it’s like a dream ( again i suck )

*Tom is in bold

https://soundcloud.com/keshibeats/sayitaintso

“You probably think it’s weird that i touched your clothes, and I realize that now...ahh shit.” Tom hissed while scratching the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly at his actions.

The second part of him thought that you looked at him with such bemusement because he touched your delicates but it was only out of sincerity. He figured you had a busy life which is why you dazed off in your seat. Those were already some things you shared in common with each other.

It was still hard for you to speak or come up with things to say to him that weren’t idiotic. You didn’t want to blurt out that he was the most gorgeous being on the planet so you kept that bit to yourself.

Your lips parted again to speak and Tom looked at you eagerly to hear your voice again.

“No! I didn’t even think of it that way, you’re just really beautiful and I-“

You blurted out in a shaky tone that caught Tom off guard. His eyes grew wide and his smiled even more than before. He was actually liking how his day was going so far and it was all because of you.

“I shouldn’t have said that, fuck. I’m sorry again.” You exclaimed, hoping he wouldn’t run out the door with his clothes thinking of how peculiar you were.

“You apologize too much love.” He said while situating himself in the seat to the left of you.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. He’s sitting next to me now.

Tom could tell he was enchanting to you. He could tell by your body language.

Your fingers were fiddling above your lap. You kept your hoodie over your face to hide your incredulous expression of endearment. And when he sat down next to you, you didn’t turn your body to face him but it wasn’t out of repulsion, he knew that for sure. It was out of timidity and he found that fascinating.

He did the honor of turning his body instead so he could talk to you clearly, hoping you would show your radiant eyes to him.

“Im sorr-I mean if i kept you here longer than you should’ve been then I sincerely apologize.” You rambled, hoping that he wouldn’t catch that you switched from saying “sorry” to “apologize” but that didn’t work.

“You’re fine sweetheart. My clothes already finished but would it be okay if i stay here with you until you’re done? I would hate to leave you here by yourself. And by the looks of the manager, he wouldn’t have the decency to look after you if I leave.”

He used his head to point towards the manager’s office that was behind the two of you. He was still leaning back in his chair, stuffing his face with strawberry glazed donuts from what you could see.

That was besides the point, what mattered was that Tom was willing to stay for you. He offered such sincerity that no one has really done to you.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind at all.” You finally gave him what he wanted by turning your head to nod and beam at him; eyes gleaming and cheeks burning.

“Awesome! So tell me about yourself Miss (Y/N)? If you don’t mind.” His expression turned to determination as his eyes burned into your soul. He was gonna read you.

Not noticing how circuitous you were, you ended up telling him about everything...apart from how much of a mess you were but you knew he was a mess too; a cute one in fact.

You both discussed music, cartoons, video games, art, and dancing once the personal stuff got out of the way.

It was odd that you were so nonchalant with disclosing all of this information. Maybe it was because it felt like you knew him on a personal level; you did stalk him on instagram, you did read fanfictions, you cried over him at ridiculous hours of the night, etc. etc.

You felt it was stupid to ask him about his life but you wanted to make all of this realistic and genuine for his sake. You wanted him to be able to talk about himself as if he was “normal.” You wanted to act like you didn’t know he was an actor. But because Tom was so good at evaluating people, he saw right through you. He just thought it was wonderful that you spared him of asking the same questions everyone else asked him.

An hour passed once your clothes finished and Tom would’ve helped you fold them but again: you had underwear in the pile of laundry and that would be weird. So to make the process go by faster for you, he told you about what plans he had for today and you told him how you didn’t have any.

His voice started to get energetic as time progressed and his raspy voice was no longer there. He was beginning to ramble and that excited you.

He sat in the chair looking up at you the entire time, swaying back and forth with his legs folded and hugging his chest. He was like a baby telling about his incredible first trip to Disneyland.

“Yeah I have to meet up with a friend of mine after this but all of my clothes were dirty so I decided to come here.” He had such desirable emotion while speaking with you.

This must be what it feels like to be an interviewer or a close friend of his. He’s sunshine.

You could tell he was talking about Harrison and that made your knees buckle. You didn’t want him to know that you knew about Harrison, you had to play it off.

The minutes flew by and sadness started to creep close to you. This meant you would have to part ways with him.

You had finished your clothes and had them put back in your baskets.

“I can help you put those in your car if you’d like?” He asked when he saw you struggling to gather everything.

“Thank you so much, i appreciate it.” You gushed yet again for the 30th time so far.

His chivalry captivated you as he put the baskets in the backseat of your car effortlessly. Seeing him do anything captivated you.

He sighed happily while rubbing and clapping his hands together to show that he finished.

“This morning was pretty good.” He said while standing in front of you between each other’s cars.

“It was.” You chuckled while looking at your feet. Maintaining eye contact with him was harder than you thought.

“I hope to see you again soon (Y/N).”

“You too Tom.”

And with that, you got in your car and he got inside his; departing with a smile, a wave and internal affection.

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Part 2 - https://bangtanscope.tumblr.com/post/172810255305/laundromat-tom-holland-x-reader-series-warnings

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rollinsbabe · 7 years ago

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“Guys My Age” Jeff Hardy – the reader has been flirting and playing games with Jeff Hardy for months, but Jeff has always had just enough hesitancy about the age difference between the two to actually act on it, but will that change?

a/n: listen to the song “guys my age” by hey violet when you read this, I promise it’ll make the experience a thousand times better. also it’s a long one, so buckle up for he ride and enjoy

Tagged: @outlawtornsnm @lexisbliss @ridingmoxley @vsturgeon5489 @crossfitjesusinskinnyjeans @ittybittywriter

WARNINGS: language, spanking, smut, lap dance, etc.

I sat in catering with my girls, leftover food and drinks scattering the table in front of us. We were all laughing and catching each other up on our lives and then some. Renee was currently dishing the details of her and Dean’s fun, spur-of-the-moment marriage, but I was only partially listening to the story (that I already heard on the phone the night it happened) because I could feel his eyes on me.

“And that was it; it was perfect. It was exactly who me and Dean are and I’m… I’m just so happy,” Renee gushed. She was met with a chorus of “Aw’s” from the girls around us, but I just rolled my eyes.

“Yeah,” I joked. “It sounds all beautiful and shit, but it’s just a cover. Renee and I were actually the ones who got married.” I placed an arm around Renee’s shoulders and pulled her into me. Everyone busted out in laughter and pretended to agree with me, saying that they knew it all along.

Renee looked at me sideways, a smirk playing on her lips. “Well, I mean… you’re not wrong.”

I laughed, pulling away from her and started to direct my eyes elsewhere while the girls switched topics about the other girls’ weddings; Sasha, Nattie, one-day Bayley, etc. I glanced to my left; Sami, and Kevin deep in animated conversation at the table, an intrigued looking Shinsuke sitting next to them. To my right, Corbin and Corey sat with Seth, the low sound of some punk music coming from their direction. And directly in front of me, well… that’s where the fun was.

When my eyes finally landed on him, I was pleased to find that my assumptions were correct. He was indeed staring at me and now, we were making direct eye contact. I raised my eyebrows, testing him. He raised his back and shifted back into his chair.

Roman must have asked him a question because he diverted his attention from me for a few seconds, but only his head swerved to meet Dean and Roman’s gaze. He body was still focused on me and I could tell that he was tense, attempting to control himself. Perfect time for some more games.

When his face turned back to me, my chin was resting on my hands, my body leaned forwards. My tongue poked out between my lips and I licked the skin there, teasing. He crossed his arms across chest. I bit down on my lower lip, my eyes trailing down his body, landing on his gym shorts, which were only barely visible from beneath the table he was sat at. He crossed his ankles over each other.

I sneakily popped one of my fingers into my mouth and sucked. His entire body when rigid and his eyes grew wide as he watched me. I pulled it out after a few seconds, making sure to bit down on the tip of my finger as I pulled it out.

“… Isn’t that right (y/n)?” Naomi asked. I turned my head towards them, all their faces turned to me, a huge victorious smile on my own.

“You bet. We looked like fools on that Bulgarian dance floor, but we looked like some bangin’ fools. Y’all should’ve seen Jonathan though,” I replied without missing a beat. Everyone laughed at that and I took a second to survey the damage I did across the room. He was looking at me, a mixture of disbelief and desire on his face.

I winked at him, leaving the ball in his court this time. Naomi had pulled out her phone to show videos of her husband on the dance floor at Lana’s wedding. I dove back into the conversation, mindlessly reminiscing with everyone else.

I was in the middle of listening to Lana’s version of her Bulgarian wedding when he came to stand in front of me, both of his palms pressed flat against the table top. I turned my head away from my friends and towards the intruder. They had done the same, sensing his presence as well. A small smirk on my lips, I cocked my head towards him.

“Jeff Hardy? To what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked, questioning his reasoning for coming over to me. Oh, I knew. I just wanted to hear the words come out of his mouth.

“Hey,” he said back. His voice was slightly strained and I wasn’t entirely sure if that was because of my teasing or the fact that half of the women’s division was listening to our conversation right now. “I need your help with something.”

My lips parted and a quiet, “Oh?” fell from my lips. My legs uncrossed from under the table, but I kept the pressure between my thighs.

“Yeah,” he faltered for just a second, his eyes finding refuge on something behind me. “I um, the… braids. You told me that you’d help me with my hair before the pay-per-view tonight, remember?” His eyebrows raised and he nodded in the direction of the locker rooms.

I sat there, my mouth slightly agape. I was impressed with his ability to cover so smoothly and albeit, a little turned on by it. I nodded my head silently. I stood to follow him, but turned back to the girls. A more composed expression on my face, I gave an apologetic smile and blew them a kiss. “I’ll talk to you guys later.”

They all spoke their goodbyes to me, but Renee caught my eye before I turned back to Jeff. The devious look on her face told me she knew. Of course she knew, we were pretend married and I couldn’t not tell my wife everything. I gave her a wink before slinking down the dark backstage hallways with the one man I have always wanted my hands on.

When we made it to his locker room, he opened the door and stood to the side for me enter. I obliged, walking in and taking a seat in the chair facing the couch. He shut the door behind me and slid the deadbolt to the right, the lock clicking in place. We were in here alone, no hope for interruption. Check mate.

Jeff took the spot on the couch across from me. We stared at each other for what seemed like a long time. A calculated look was on his face, a smug one on mine. When I couldn’t take the quiet any longer, I decided it was my move.

“Braids?” I chuckled. “That was your best, Jeff?” I rolled my eyes and leaned against the plush backing of my chair.

He rolled his eyes back at me and ran a hand through his hair. I did my best to pretend that move didn’t send vibrations up my spine. “It was the only thing I could think of with all those eyes on me. You guys are an intimidating breed.”

I ignored the jab and continued playing. “But why are we really here?” I toyed. “Because something tells me that the braids aren’t the reason you’ve locked me in your room with you.”

He shifted so he was sat straight up against the couch, his hands placed across his chest. “I don’t know,” he bluffed.

“Nope. Wrong answer,” I chided. A small smile on my lips, I leaned toward him and placed my hands on my knees. “I think we both know why we’re here,” I whispered.

His eyes darkened, lust finally visibly playing on his features. But as soon as it appeared, it dampened and his head fell back against the couch, eyes squeezed shut. “It’s wrong,” he groaned. I shook my head, even though he couldn’t see me. “I’m too old for you.”

I stood and made my way over to him, straddling his hips before he could realize what I was doing. His head snapped up in shock, just a few inches from my face, but his arms remained crossed. I pressed myself into him once, pretending to get comfortable. I felt how hard he already was for me and it fueled my fire.

“It wouldn’t feel this right if it was wrong, Jeff,” I whispered into his ear. A shiver snaked through his body, a small moan in the back of his throat escaping into the air between us.

“Yeah…” he started, before protesting again, “but you should be talking to a guy your age and-”

I cut him off by placing a finger to his lips. He stopped talking and watched my fingers as they trailed along his skin to his hands. I pulled his fingers into my own small hands and ran them across my skin, feeling when he took control for himself. They stopped on my hips, his fingers curling around my bones.

I leaned in, my mouth just centimeters from Jeff’s. “Guys my age don’t know how to treat to me,” I whispered as I pressed my hips against his. “They don’t know how to touch me.” His fingers pressed harder against my skin and he guided me against him again. “Guys my age don’t know how to love me good.”

Jeff finally closed the distance between us, his lips frantically meeting my equally as eager ones. I kissed him back, a million emotions running through my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands tugging on his hair gently. His big hands began moving my hips against his, begging for me to grind on him.

I pulled away, a smile on my face when I saw how out of breath he was. I pressed my lips against his neck, my hips moving fluidly against his. Our thin gym shorts left little for the imagination; I could feel all of him pressed against my heat and the friction caused me to let out a whimper against his skin. Jeff’s hands moved to my front, his fingers effortlessly pulling the string from my shorts undone. I sat back, watching his inked fingers as they slipped under the fabric.

His eyes met mine and an evil grin made its way onto his face. “No panties?” he questioned, a single eyebrow cocked. I shook my head innocently. “Someone’s a naughty girl.”

Those words caught my attention and I put my hands on his chest, leaning in so my mouth was nearly pressed against his ear. “I can show you just how naughty of a girl I can be,” His eyes told me he was ready for anything and I took that as my signal.

I pulled my hair from its loose bun on top of my head and it fell in thick waves down my back. He grabbed at the hair that fell in front of my face and gently tucked it behind my ears. When he pulled away, his thumb hesitated over my lips. I parted them just enough to suck his finger into my mouth.

Jeff’s eyelids fluttered and I giggled before removing his thumb from my thumb. “More of that later,” I said.

I pulled my shirt off in one fluid move. His eyes moved to my chest, drinking in the skin that was all but spilling out of my basically-too-small bra. Jeff ran a hand up my spine, finding the clasp and releasing it. My bra sunk into our laps and I threw it to the side. His hands cupped my breasts, his eyes wide with desire. He took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked on the skin, causing me to moan out.

As much I was enjoying the feeling, I wanted the control tonight. Pulling away from him to stand up and he begrudgingly let his hands fall from my skin and into his lap. He stared at me, pouting like a child and I smiled in response. One glance at the look on his face and the bulge growing in between his legs gave me the last bit of confidence I needed.

I stood in front of him, only my shorts offering the last bit of coverage. My fingers hooked in the waistband and I shimmied my way out of the clothing, letting them fall to bunch around my ankles.

“Oh wow, baby,” Jeff moaned out while his eyes drank in my nakedness. “You’re more perfect that I could’ve ever imagined.”

I walked up to him and sat in his lap, turning my ass in slow circles against his erection. His calloused hands came around my chest and he began to slowly massage my nipples. A small whimper escaped my lips and into the air. My head fell back against Jeff’s shoulder.

“Do you imagine me often?” I asked breathlessly.

Jeff ran his fingertips down my sides until they were gracing my center. The soft touches on my wet slit sent my nerves into a frenzy and my hips stopped grinding into his. He began to rub slow circles on my clit.

“Every day,” he whispered. His breath was hot against my neck and I thought I was going to pass out from the intense pleasure that was beginning to build inside of me. I wanted desperately for him to move his fingers faster and fuck me with them, but he kept the pace slow and steady.

When he started biting and sucking at my neck, I couldn’t take it anymore. I brought my hips closer to his fingers, forcing him to touch me more. He chucked into my skin.

“Is someone eager for me to touch them? Do guys her age not touch her good? Does she need a man to please her?” he teased.

I tilted my head to kiss him, sloppily albeit. “Don’t tease me,” I begged when the kiss broke.

He smirked, his hands pulling away from me. I whined in protest and his smile only got bigger. “Only if you say please, baby girl.”

“Please, daddy?”

He lifted me off of his body, only to sit me back down in the chair I originally sat in. He grabbed each of my legs and spread them, putting each one over the arms of the chair, leaving me completely exposed to him. Jeff got down on his knees in front of me and put his hair up.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby girl,” he groaned into my flesh. He ran his tongue along the length of my slit and I gasped out in pleasure. The noises I made encouraged him to continue, his mouth sucking harshly on my sensitive clit.

Jeff’s fingers started playing with my entrance and I was glad I was in a good position to watch him as his inked fingers disappeared inside of me. I squirmed under his touch while he stretched me out, slipping three fingers inside of me.

I tugged desperately at his hair, pushing his face into my center. He moaned into my clit and sent a chill up my spine, putting me dangerously close to the edge of spilling over in ecstasy.

“Jeff, move faster,” I breathed out. “I’m going to… cum.”

His fingers began to work quicker, his tongue moving in ways I’ve never felt someone’s tongue move before. I felt my walls clamp around Jeff’s fingers and I knew I would only have a few seconds before I came under his touch.

My orgasm rolled through me longer than it ever had before. I came undone around Jeff has he continued to lick me clean. Once my breathing slowed and my body softened, he pulled his fingers out of me and sucked my cum off of his fingers.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed us to the ground so that I was straddling his still fully clothed body. He brought his mouth up to mine and I tasted myself on his soft lips, turning myself on all over again.

One glance at the clock on the wall told me that a round 2 and hopefully three and four would have to wait until later tonight. I had preshow soundcheck to run in 10 minutes.

“I told you that it wouldn’t feel that right if it was wrong,” I joked. He rolled his eyes and I moved to stand above him. He sprawled his arms out before crossing them behind his head, staring up at me. I slipped my clothes back on, slowly, under his watchful gaze.

“Hey darlin’,” Jeff called out to me as I reached for the doorknob. “You’re right about something.” I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Guys your age don’t know how to touch you. Only I do.”

He flashed me a shit eating grin and I couldn’t help but return the gesture. I pulled him to his feet and he pushed me back against the door, both strong hands on either side of my head. His teeth grazed my earlobe before his raspy voice whispered into my ear.

“And I’m going to fuck you so good all night long tonight. Just you wait until this pay-per-view is over, baby girl.”

#this spoke to me while i was listening to that song #but now the more i read it #the more i hate it #:///#so i hope yall like it #jeff hardy #jeff hardy one shot #jeff hardy imagine #jeff hardy smut #jeff hardy fanfiction #wwe one shot #wwe imagine #wwe smut #wwe fanfiction #smut #jeff hardy x reader #my writing

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ted-hyung · 7 years ago

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Wonpil gets injured due to a fan, and sungJin's reaction

jessichan, dang. thank you for waiting for like weeks. thank you.

oh becaUSE FROM FANACCOUNTS I COULD UNDERSTAND THAT MYDAYS ARE AMAZING, i’m borrowing my own AU in which sungjin is a korea’s hottest soloist, and wonpil as this ‘the man with the golden ears in the indie k-music industry’ so here we go:

1.3k of fl00f and subtle tenderness only bob is capable of. i hope you’ll see this and like and reblog lmao.

wonpil watches the morning news. usually when the damage is severe or the idol group has nationwide recognition, all tv stations will broadcast the mob of fans with their weapon-like cameras and their screaming and extreme moves such as climbing the barricade or cursing the law of enforcement that is doing their job to protect the idol group’s members.

sungjin is not an idol.

he travels with one manager-hyung, one stylist-noona, and a part-time sound engineer slash business management university student called kang brian. wonpil brings himself, a sling bag, and a face mask brian gave to him because unless you’re confident with your face getting photographed in candid action by sungjin’s fans, then, well, go ahead.

brian, manager-hyung, and stylist-noona are all wearing the matching, unassuming black mask. wonpil follows suit.

but no one told him about how wild anyone’s fans could be. sure wonpil watches the morning news, the official video of a very popular idol group commuting to KBS music bank and almost got mobbed by no less than a hundred fans is still replaying freshly in his mind. he didn’t know that sungjin’s fans, who’s not an idol, is just as wild when they arrive at the venue’s parking lot where sungjin is going to perform at busan international music festival, the only reason why wonpil tagged along is because sungjin still owes him a bowl of seafood jjampong and his agency allows sungjin to take a plus one to the music festival.

it hurts, really. wonpil has never been the athletic one in the family. the only sports he does is playing game online. his nice dress pants are scraped on the knees, the left one bleeds a little. his sunglasses get knocked off to the ground as he falls, and someone with a pair of nice doc marten boots is cracking them into two. another one hits his head with a heavy bag and wonpil vaguely hears brian yelling at them to be careful and amidst the confusion, the stinging on his knees and the ringing in his head, wonpil is hauled up to his feet by strong yet gentle hands, and then he’s functioning like a normal person once again; he’s speedwalking with brian’s help, who, for the first time ever since wonpil had befriended him months ago, is frowning and cursing in english under his breath.

brian keeps dragging him and he’s only stopping once they reach a group of people wearing the festival’s official lanyards surrounding sungjin, checking him for any injuries.

when sungjin turns around and sees him, wonpil watches the lights disappear from his pretty, pretty eyes, a glint of something akin to anger and worry are taking over as he, calmly, reassures the officials and manager-hyung that he’s alright.

“sir, my friend needs medical attention,” brian says, his tone is ice cold. one official who seems to be the leader immediately talks to his walkie talkie and wonpil doesn’t even realize that he’s been holding his breath until stylist-noona brings him a cup of water.

wonpil finishes it in one gulp, his hand is apparently trembling. now that sungjin, the main subject of concern, is clearly unaffected by the overexcited fans, the officials are slowly dispersing, leaving the leader who’s waiting for the medical staff.

“please follow me,” the leader addresses brian, pointing to a room with STAFF ONLY sign on the door. there’s a folded chair and wonpil is directed to sit there but the room itself is empty with a long conference table, a huge screen, and heaps of choco pies placed right in the middle. sungjin and brian are sitting close with manager-hyung and stylist-noona, who are all looking upset.

the leader nods at wonpil, his round, hipster glasses are slipping on his nose; his smooth face is sweating and the tips of his wet, blonde fringe are making him blinkblinkblinking cutely. he kinda looks like a cartoon character, wonpil thinks.“we’re really sorry for what happened. are you one of park sungjin’s staffs?”

wonpil smiles.

the leader sighs, “honestly, we’re really, really sorry. no excuses.” he offers a hand. “i’m park jaehyung, head of riders. but just call me jae.”

“kim wonpil,” wonpil says, shaking jaehyung’s hand. “and it’s okay. i’m just a little bit shocked.”

“and bleeding.”

“he he he.”

“you’re weird, but thank god you’re okay. you don’t want to imagine how crazy it would be if an idol group is attending this festival,” jaehyung sniffs. “anyway, kim wonpil? sounds familiar.”

“i write songs, mostly indie bubbly pop,” wonpil clears his throat, taking off his sling bag and placing it by his feet. he glances at his left knee and pouts. “um, maybe you’ve listened to baek ayeon’s ‘sweet lies’ ? that’s mine.”

“holy shit,” jaehyung exclaims, then covers his wide smile with a fist that’s holding the walkie talkie. “pleased to meet you! i posted a cover of ‘sweet lies’ on my youtube. damn, the man himself. what is it, ‘cindyman’, right? that’s your pseudonym, right?”

wonpil giggles, forgetting the blood seeping on his nice dress pants. jaehyung’s reaction is so genuine and it warms his heart.

“that’s me,” wonpil says, and he locks eyes with sungjin who’s been staring. “sungjin-hyung, can i give him a spoiler?”

“we’re collaborating for my new album.” sungjin gives jaehyung his professional smile, and wonpil wonders why.

“awww, i wanted to tell him myself!” but wonpil will save his question for later, because there are heavy footsteps coming close and closer and then there’s a kid with permed black hair who speaks in a loud baritone apologizing to jaehyung, with a box of first aid kit and a wince when his focus finally shifts to wonpil’s bloodied knee.

“this is dowoon,” jaehyung introduces the kid and wonpil sends him a smile to tell him that he’s not mad even though he’s been waiting.

“hi, i’m kim wonpil.”

“um, hi, sorry, this is gonna sting, yeah?” the kid says in heavy satoori and he’s right. it stings. a lot, in fact, that wonpil almost kicks dowoon in the face and sungjin hurriedly goes to his side to hold his hand.

“i’m so sorry,” wonpil squeaks, squeezing sungjin’s hand. dowoon laughs, but proceeds to tend to wonpil’s knee diligently. he puts a dinosaur printed band-aid and makes a kissy face to it before he stands up and getting a playful bop on his nose from jaehyung.

“yah, that’s the genius behind your favorite singer’s hit song! show him some respect, geez.”

“whoa,” dowoon blurts out, his ears are red in an instant and wonpil giggles again. “really? can i get your sign? you’re ‘cindyman’? i listened to your synth in b minor mixtape the minute you released it last year!”

wonpil rubs his thumb on sungjin’s knuckles before letting go, and in return, sungjin strokes his head before he gets back to his seat next to brian, plopping down with a quiet sigh.

“really?” wonpil allows his heart to skip a beat because of the tender gesture sungjin doesn’t really show too much in front of people—but he just did, and wonpil is already in love, remember?

“what’s your favorite track?”

“‘urban green’!” dowoon gushes in awe, and jaehyung and unsurprisingly brian (this hyung is always so weak for cute things) are smiling fondly at him.

“aww, thank you!” wonpil claps his hands, excited, because it’s not like he gets this kind of interaction everyday.

“wait, this has been great and all, but sungjin-sshi, what time is your stage?” jaehyung asks, grimacing at the clock mounted high on the white wall.

manager-hyung curses and everyone else laughs and suddenly it’s time to part ways. dowoon asks for wonpil and sungjin’s autographs, and they sign theirs on his red lanyard with a black permanent marker. jaehyung asks on a piece of wrinkled paper he finds on the front pocket of his jeans, and brian volunteers to take their group photos using wonpil and jaehyung’s phones. before they leave with jaehyung to the artist’s waiting room on the west wing, wonpil gives dowoon his name card and dowoon asks if he can follow wonpil’s instagram.

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dontreadthistrashgarbage · 5 years ago

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G O T 7 PT.12

Guerin trotted up to JB's studio door with Eneoji and entered the code he had sent her. JB looked up as she came in, "Jagi, I wasn't expecting you so soon."

"I found a taxi that would take Eneoji, so I didn't need to drop her at home first." She gave him a kiss in greeting and detached the leash. JB grinned as Eneoji wiggled up to him and gave her an affectionate face squish and kiss on the nose before petting her. Guerin's heart swelled as she watched their interaction, settling into the chair next to JB at his desk. Once their greeting was finished Eneoji occupied herself by sniffing around the unfamiliar room and JB swiveled around back to the computer, with a glance at Guerin.

"Are you nervous?" He asked raising his brows over a crooked smile.

Guerin rubbed her knees and laughed almost shyly at his callout, "Yeah I think a little, but I'm also excited."

"Let's watch it then." He pulled up the email that showed two private links, one labeled as the music video and the other just said "watch after".

"What's that?" Guerin asked, pointing at the mysterious message.

"I don't know yet. I guess we'll find out after." JB shrugged and clicked the first link. Maximizing the video he sat back and took Guerin's hand to watch. It followed the storyline they had filmed; meeting, dating, the jealousy and the makeup, all interspersed with Mihi flying or the two of them playing with her. Once it was over Guerin clapped.

"Wow, BamBam did really amazing! Isn't he in the restaurant business? How is he so good?" She gushed.

"He pretty much hired people to run stuff for him, he does video editing as a part time hobby." JB grinned at her reaction, "That turned out better than I thought. His changes were good. You did great too, you looked amazing."

"I mean yeah compared to now." She joked about her post-workout appearance.

"I like you like this too." He took her hand again and met her gaze.

It was too intense for Guerin and she gave a crooked smile before changing the subject, "Let's check out that second link." She suggested suddenly.

JB stares at her for a moment with knowing smile before allowing himself to be distracted. Clicking on the mysterious link brought up another video.

"Behind the scenes?" Guerin read outloud curiously, exchanging a glance with JB before they refocused on the screen. The first few seconds were of Guerin talking, explaining to BamBam the concept of Free Flight. Her words continued as the screen flashed through different scenes of them filming, making mistakes and laughing, JB teasing Guerin and making goofy expressions.

"I had no idea he was recording." Guerin covered her mouth, embarrassed.

Back on the screen was a goofy dance off Guerin had started with Yugyeom before she tagged in JB as she was clearly in over her head. The scenes of Guerin laughing at her phone while JB teased her. The mood subtly changed. The smiles they shared with each other became softer, the reactions as they separated filming scenes they physically touched became shy, sweet even. JB's voice replaced Guerins.

"We're always learning. If we aren't open for improvement we become stagnant. People in our loves either feed that growth or they starve it." The scene changed to the actual moment JB was talking. He wasn't looking at the camera, but behind it, most likely at BamBam. Guerin glanced at JB who looked surprised and a bit anxious.

In the video Guerin was in the background playing with Mihi and JB glanced back at her with a small smile. He didn't say anything for a moment and the scene changed to an outtake from them goofing off when JB's voice cut in again, "I feel like every time we're together we learn something. So it's pretty easy to pretend I'm falling in love with someone I'm actually falling in love with." The scene changed back to a shyly smiling JB before he looked seriously at BamBam, "Don't tell her I said that."

The video wrapped up with a few more outtakes but the two sat someone shocked in silence as the video wrapped up. Guerin was positive she could hear BamBam cackling as he put together this extra content. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest, it was such a cheesy line but it was so cute and delivered in such a heartfelt way she could feel herself weakening.

"You didn't want me to hear that?"

"No..." JB said, covering his face, "I'm gonna kill him."

"Technically he didn't tell me." Guerin said unhelpfully trying not to smile. JB leaned back sucking in air through his teeth.

"Hey come on. It's not that bad. It's a teensy bit tacky but actually really sweet and moving." Guerin reached for him, patting his shoulder reassuringly as JB groaned.

"He already sent this to JYPE. We can stop it from getting approved and posted since it hasn't dropped yet." JB said, dropping his head to the side to look at Guerin.

"I dunno. It's actually kinda cute. Maybe people will find it endearing." Guerin shrugged, "If you think it's a problem then stop it, but if I was a fan this kind of stuff would get me super excited."

JB looked nonplussed, so Guerin stood and moved his beanie to kiss his forehead, "Babe you do what you want with it. I'll leave you to your work. I've got a meeting with Jisoo and training with HEET this afternoon so I've got to head out."

As she moved away JB took her wrist and tugged gently. She looked down at his pout and he tapped his lips. Failing to hold in a smile she bent down and kissed him sweetly.

"I got you, Jinri!" JB scooped up the toddler and spun her around as she squealed in joy. He playfully tossed her up, making her scream happily.

"Careful, sweetie." Guerin couldn't help but feel cautious, even if she could see the little girl loved the game.

"She likes it!" JB said, but he obliged her and instead sat on the floor with Jinri and made silly faces with her.

"He is so amazing with her." Charlie sat down cross legged next to Guerin, "It must make you feel all soft." She knew her friend well.

Guerin looked down and smiled. Seeing JB with animals and with children was an extreme soft spot of hers. It had been over a year since the tour with HEET and they were already preparing for another one.

"It definitely makes it harder to go." Guerin admitted, "But work is work. And I do like working with HEET. They're like my sons, I'm so proud of all of them."

"Seungbin has gotten so big! I remember when he was just a baby. He's turning into quite the handsome man." Charlie gushed fondly.

"Why are you talking about another man like that?" Jinyoung fake pouted, joining the two women on the floor. He had just returned from his trip to the store to join the conversation.

"Are you actually pretending to be jealous of a seventeen year old?" Guerin teased.

"I don't want Charlie to see anyone but me." Jinyoung made no effort to hide his smile as he pulled his wife toward him and kissed her head.

Jinri pulled away from JB and headed toward the trio. He called after her and collapsed on the floor from her rejection as Jinri left him. Guerin couldn't help but laugh at the exaggerated expression of hurt on his face. Jinri climbed into Jinyoung's lap and gazed at him lovingly, "Appa." She seemed excited to see her dad. Jinyoung's face hid none of his joy as he immediately cuddled his daughter close, he didn't need words to express his obvious adoration as he cooed at her lovingly while she giggled when he smothered her face with kisses.

"This is so cute I might vomit." Guerin gushed.

"Imagine how I feel." Charlie might as well have actual heart eyes as she watched the two of the interact.

JB sat down next to Guerin, putting his arm around her shoulder and watching his dongsaeng with a jealous expression, "When do we get one of those?" He asked with a pout.

Guerin's eyes widened as she swung to look at him, "Excuse me?" She was surprised into english. Fortunately his biligunal abilities had expanded enough that he understood her shock.

"She's so cute." He pulled Guerin close, staring at Jingyoung's now smug expression with a covetous look of his own, "Let's get one."

"Yeah let's just adopt one right now." Guerin rolled her eyes, trying to cover the palpitations of her heart.

"If you think adoption is faster, let's do it." He responded.

"Don't you think you're missing a step?" Charlie raised an eyebrow at the petulant man and the flabbergasted woman in his arms.

"Well we obviously are going to get married." JB shrugged, "And I'll buy a house for us."

"Okay wait hold up. This is a whole conversation I'd like to be a part of? There's a lot of decisions being made without me despite me being a key player." Guerin said, flustered.

"You don't want kids with me?" JB asked, looking surprised.

"I didn't say that I just... timing and... ability and space... and... JB THIS IS NOT THE PLACE." She protested finally, covering her face.

JB laughed, "Okay, we'll work out the details later." He said as he kissed her temple.

Jinyoung looked at Charlie with a raised brow, "What just happened?"

"Pretty sure they just got engaged and pregnant." Charlie said, holding her arms open for her daughter, who eagerly jumped to her mom.

"Shut up." Guerin said in a muffled voice from behind her hands, a rare blush reddening what little of her face was visible. She peaked up at JB who shrugged.

"It sounds like a plan to me." He said.

"This is the weirdest engagement ever." Jinyoung said.

"It suits them." Charlie said matter of factly about her two friends.

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gwydionae · 7 years ago

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11 Questions Meme

Rules:

Post the rules

Answer the questions given to you by the tagger

Write 11 questions of your own

And tag 11 people

Tagged by @sealandangel! ^_^

I am actually procrastinating right now and don’t really have time to make up 11 new questions so I’m gonna be a putz and not tag anyone sorry

What is your favorite way to spend a rainy day?

Just hanging out at home with my computer, kitty, and whatever random project I want to work on that day. ^_^

If you’re in the CLAMP fandom whats your favorite manga and favorite character and why?

Hahaha, I don’t know that’d I’d say I was in the CLAMP fandom per se, but I do like my fair share of CLAMP stuff. Perhaps surprisingly I think I’d have to say that Magic Knight Rayearth is my favorite of their manga - a bit cliche by today’s standards, sure, but it was one of the first manga series I read, so it introduced me to a lot of those cliches, haha. I just really like the characters and think it’s a solid story with a nice twist at the end.

As for favorite CLAMP character, I’d probably have to go with both Sakura and Shaoran from Cardcaptor Sakura. My heart says that Shaoran is #1, but I know that without Sakura I wouldn’t like him nearly so much. So for me they come as a package deal. They are just both so sweet and innocently adorable, even if Shaoran starts out a bit grumpy, lol. Sakura is a little ray of sunshine that still gets some nice depth, and Shaoran’s journey through self discovery always makes me happy.

Favorite Anime?

My nostalgic favorite is Digimon (specifically Adventure), so I don’t know that anything will ever be able to topple it from that spot as nostalgia is a powerful thing. I love the characters and the fact that it has some surprising depth for a show based on a toy line. Also the backgrounds are GORGEOUS.

But as far as a series where my nostalgia does not taint my opinion, there are a lot I could chose from, but the one that really does just stick out the most is Tsuritama. I love that series so much. <3 Yuki honestly means so much to me, and I truly love the entire cast. That and the story is so unique and fun and interesting! Everyone should watch the show about aliens, fishing, dancing, and social anxiety! XD

Favorite Cartoon?

Oh, this one’s a lot easier: Batman the Animated Series! I mean, sure, there are a ton of cartoons I love, but none will ever top that one. The writing, the atmosphere, the characters, the voice acting, the music... it is truly a masterpiece. BtAS Batman is MY Batman (and none of this later season junk where suddenly all of his personality was zapped away and Babs was, like, dating him or something weird and gross like that and Dick was turned emo and Tim was beyond annoying... ok I’ll stop now...).

Favorite Video game?

I don’t care if it’s the cliche answer: The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. While other Zelda games may do individual aspects better (Midna = best companion, BotW’s climbing and paragliding, etc), OoT has the best full package and, in my opinion, the most compelling story. It’s not a groundbreaking story, but as you might have been able to tell by MKR being my fav CLAMP manga, I’m not super concerned about a story having to be unique to be good, lol. That and I love Zelda being Shiek and running around like a ninja for half the game! XD

What do you like to collect if anything?

Hmm, don’t know that I really collect anything. I have in recent years made a point to buy more prints from artists at anime conventions despite not really having the wall space to hang them, so I suppose that might count? lol I want to get, like, a large book I can put them all in or something!

Windows or Mac?

GIVE ME WINDOWS OR GIVE ME DEATH

...I had a rough time in the computer labs back in college. I did so many art projects in a super old version of Paint Shop Pro on my Windows computer simply to avoid having to use the schools Macs because I hated them THAT much. ^_^;;

What languages can you speak in?

Only English... I can understand some Spanish and Japanese, but it’s very minimal.

Do you like the nightmare before christmas?

OF COURSE

Whats your OTP to end all OTPs?

I actually already touched on it: Sakura and Shaoran from Cardcaptor Sakura. <3 It’s just so freaking cute... I won’t start gushing again, though, since, ya know, I already did. XD Just know that I think of it as a super innocent ship - I don’t ship things for the “sexy make out timez” or whatever. I just think they are adorable together.

If you could change ONE outcome in any anime/manga what would it be?

Oooooooooooh that’s rough... See, I’m one of those people who is ok with good characters dying and super bad things happening IF it has significance. So I wouldn’t, like, bring Hughes back or keep Nina from being turned into a chimera, because those are big, impactful moments. So it has to be something that really changed the way I felt about that particular anime/manga...

(I’m... I’m just gonna put this last one under a cut. XD I get pretty heated. LOL It is something that will forever bother me, and if you EVER want to get me going, just bring up Naruto’s Itachi.)

I’ll be honest, the first thing that came to mind is actually from Naruto. I’m not so sure this would be “the ONE” if I actually had time to give this a ton of thought because I stopped enjoying the series even before this happened. But this. THIS was the breaking point. THIS was the one thing that made me turn my back on it completely and despise it with the passion of a thousand burning suns.

Itachi being a “good guy”.

No. NO. NO NO NO NO NO!

This ruined everything. It ruined Itachi who was once this terrifying villain with no remorse toward the killing of his family and made him into a guy who made some really dumb and pointless decisions that ultimately went against what his supposed main goal was all for a cheap shock twist. It ruined Sasuke who should have finally come to the end of his avenging days and had to deal with the fact that it was just as empty and hollow as everyone told him it would be, leading him an ACTUAL path to redemption, but instead was given a lobotomy by the author and only made incomprehensibly dumb choices that went against literally any amount of sense, all so he could stay “bad” until the very end (or whenever exactly that happened - I’m pretty fuzzy on the whole final... war... thing). It ruined Sakura who continued to pine for a guy 100% not worth pining for because he was literally a scumbag when she could have been trying to help a post-avenging Sasuke come to terms with everything instead.

It ruined Naruto himself - say what you want about Sasuke as a character (I loved him pre-time jump, but I know many hated him and I totally get why lol), but one thing you have to give him is that the rivalry between him and Naruto was almost always interesting and fun. They learned from each other, grew together, and yet still wanted nothing more than to one up the other - good, typical shounen rivalry. Sasuke leaving made sense in the story so I was ok with it, but it DID make me care a lot less about Naruto because suddenly I didn’t find the characters he was surrounded with compelling (I’m looking at you, Sai...). If Itachi had not been revealed as a secret “good guy”, this would have left Sasuke with more chances to interact with Naruto in ways other than “I hate the Leaf and want to kill everyone and that includes you”. We could have gotten so much more from the two of them! Maybe they still would have fought sometimes. Maybe Sasuke would help him out before taking off again. It wouldn’t have necessarily meant that Sasuke would have been around all the time, but it still could have given us bits here and there of the two of them interacting with each other which is what made me like the series so much in the first place.

*DEEP BREATH*

Ok. I’m ok. I’m better now. I just... have a lot of feelings about this... XD sorry not sorry

#gwydo's musings #._.#i give long answers XD #sorry...#but this was fun so i don't care XD

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wholitzukoonfire · 8 years ago

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Modern/YouTubers AU Klance Pride Headcanon [Part 1]

So this is from a hc convo I was having with my klance shipping buddy @destielschild

So basically klance meet at a Pride parade and these are also my general Voltron gang Pride headcanons.

So the voltron team is split into 2 friendship groups Lance’s friendship group (Hunk, Hunk’s moms, Shay, and Lance’s lesbian sister - Elena)

Hunk

Hunk in this au is the lovable straight ally - he’s been to Pride every year since he was a child because of his Moms, it’s a thing they do - a tradition.

He and Shay are dating they are the most adorable couple

He’s wearing his “I <3 my moms” rainbow shirt and its so wholesome

He once got shouted at by an angry gay for being there and not being LGBTQ+, but Mom Ana tore the guy a new one telling him how supportive and amazing her beautiful son is.

This year he’s holding a sign that says “You know it’s bad when a straight guy is marching” - you know the one

He and Shay have a YouTube cooking channel called Hunkalicious and PassTheShay cook things - They’re pretty well known and do lots of collabs with Lance.

Their YouTube name is Hunk-A-love-&-A-Pinch-A-Shay

(They have so many Shay is Salt memes bc she can be sALTY AF when needed)

Hunk also has a side gaming/sciene-y things channel (How he met Pidge)

Shay

Shay is bisexual

The two of them are so in love and sometimes they sit in coffee shops and admire pretty girls together (Shay always adds on ‘Of course she’s not nearly as pretty as you.’ Hunk is the prettiest boy fight me on this. he giggles every time and blushes)

She’s wearing a ‘bisexu-whale’ top Hunk got her bc she majors in marine bio and she ADORES whales.

Lance

Lance is tagging along with Hunk’s crew - He hasn’t been out for long (his family are v Catholic and traditionally Cuban - his dad didn’t speak to him for a month after he came out) and it’s his first EVER Pride.

He’s super nervous although he’s literally been adopted into the Garrett family he feels like hes intruding tagging along on their traditional Pride march.

Shay notices INSTANTLY and makes him feel right at home in the bi community.

“Lance, I know you haven’t been out for long, but you are a valid bisexual, no matter what anyone says, your sexuality is yours to define and nobody else’s. You belong here.”

(This is why we love Shay) Lance cries for five minutes and is enveloped in a group hug.

Shay paints Bi hearts onto Lance’s cheeks (one gets smudged but he doesn't care)

He does his make up (he hardly every wears make up, but he loves doing it) - Purple to pink to blue eyeshadow, and a touch of eyeliner.

Of course he also sprinkles a fuckton of pink glitter over himself, the Moms, Hunk and Shay

Lance is a pretty well known YouTuber - SirLancelot (he does mostly Vlogs, make-up tutorials, random funnies, relatables videos, occasional gaming sessions and he also pops up frequently on Hunk and Shay’s channel - it’s adorable and when Lance is involved they’re always “w/ the bestie” videos) And he decided to Vlog the whole thing - telling his subscribers in a mini vid that he’d be going to his first Pride and uploading a Vlog of it the following day.

When he first get’s there there are so many people and it’s all so much he thinks he might just faint, but as soon the Parade starts, Lance is on cloud nine. Hunk is manning the Vlog camera (he offered to as it’s Lances first one and he wants Lance to enjoy it)and captures Lance grinning and chanting and waving his “AIN’T NO LIE BABY, BI BI BI” sign with gusto.

He turns to grin at Hunk who is literally internally screaming and shaking Shay gushing to the camera about “LOOK AT HIM! HE’S SO HAPPY AND ADORABLE!!! HE LOOKS SO CUTE, LOOK AT HIM SHAY- MY BEST FRIEND!! I’M SO PROUD!”

Lance is wearing a “my BI-FI signal is strong” shirt that the moms got him.

Elena

Lance’s sister, they’re the same age - her mom is actually Lance’s Aunt, but the pregnancy was accidental and Camille never wanted children, so at aged 5 when Camille finally told her mother to stuff it and that she did not want children - Rosa took Elena in as one of her own

From then on the two of them were permanently joined at the hip (Elena is just as goofy and just as stubborn as Lance - and both of them are strong willed and will Fight You about womens rights, POC rights and LGBT+ rights)

She is a Lesbian™

She came out when she was 15 - she had a massive crush on her best friend Lucy and told mom and Lance first (their other siblings found out through evesdropping and general sneakiness) and told dad a few days before her Quinces. He didn’t show up so when the father-daughter dance came up Lance was the one who calmly got up - as if it were meant to be him up there with her and danced with her as she tried not to cry. And the first person Lance told he might be Bi was Elena. (She always kinda knew)

She regularly features in Lance’s videos (she sort of half lives at his and Hunk’s place - crashes on the couch every other night) known (early on) in Lance’s post-moving-in-with-Hunk videos as That Cuban Lesbian™ who always interrupts Lance’s videos to complain or yell at him in Spanish. Ofc anyone who’s a real Lancelot fan knows who she is.

She was in his Coming Out video where he told the world he was Bi - and they called mom together, for support, and then told Hunk. (Hunk cried many tears)

She had a Very Gay™ crush on Shay when they first met and it’s a running joke that Hunk got to Shay first and that Elena is Bitter about this.

She has a mini lesbian flag tattooed onto her shoulder blade - Lance went with her to get it.

Keith’s friendship group (Pidge, Shiro, Matt, Allura, Coran and Alfor)

Pidge

Pidge is Nonbinary They/Them or occasionally She/Her pronouns

They identify as an Ace Lesbian (just hear me out - cute dates where Pidge is all flustered bc Pretty Girl!!! And just talking about Science Stuff™ and blushing aaraarrrrrrrgggghhhh)

Pidge is also a YouTuber but like an actual Big Time™ YouTuber - They used to be HackerKatie but then they came out and changed their name so now they’re HackerPidge (If you’ve ever watched MilesChronicals that is what Pidge’s Channel is like - also a Gaming Channel - for Gaming)

They live in a space-y flat with Keith, Shiro and Matt but they’re like never there??? (Once they straight up disappeared for a week and one morning Keith walked into the kitchen to just see Pidge sat on top of the fridge eating a bowl of Lucky Charms™)

One time they pulled a massive prank on Shiro (which they ofc recorded and put on YouTube) and when Shiro found out he banned them from YouTube and all Social Media for two weeks. Turns out that was a Bad Idea™ because Pidge fans (Hacklets) started Major Discourse on Twitter and Tumblr bc they didn’t get updates and there was nothing on Pidge’s social media (there was a theory that Pidge was dead). Shiro allowed Pidge back on YouTube and stuff and Pidge made a video explaining with Shiro in the back of the video holding one of those Shame Signs that said “I banned my child from social media for two weeks and accidentally started an internet war”

wait wasn’t this supposed to be about Pride???

help

Pidge is wearing a top that says “Male/Female/Don’t worry about it” - their galaxy backpack is littered with buttons about gender (e.g. ‘ask me about my pronouns’, and the nonbinary flag) and their sexuality (e.g. ‘beautiful day to love girls’, ‘girls, girls, girls’ etc.)

They have the nb flag and the lesbian flag painted on their cheeks and THEY/THEM painted in block capitals on their forehead.

NEXT PERSON

Shiro and Matt

Shiro is a very Bi Dad Brother and he is Very Tired™

Matt is the Gayest being you will ever meet.

He and Matt have been dating since High school, they were best friends until Matt blurted at Prom to the entire student body that he’d been in love with Shiro since middle school

Shiro felt the same and they started dating (The entire school was relieved - there were betting pools on when one or the other was finally going to fess up)

They have a joint YouTube channel (GaysInSpace - Matt-Man and SpaceDad) Its mostly a fitness/yoga and some make-up videos (they did the Boyfriend Does My Make-up - it was horrendous) He did a galaxy make-up tutorial ONCE because he and Matt had just got into loads of space shows/films and was forever named SpaceDad because of it.

They mostly do couples yoga and fitness videos which generally turn into shenanigans after the first like ten minutes - they are the power couple of space and their fans named themselves the ‘Gaybies’

Shiro and Matt have matching shirts and hoodies

Hoodies: Matt - If found return to Shiro / Shiro: Keep him.

T Shirts: Matt - My Boyfriend is Bi-Lingual (bc Shiro can speak fluent Japanese) / Shiro - My boyfriend’s gay, but I’m not.

They have their flags painted on their faces - Gay for Matt and Bi for Shiro.

Matt bought a giant gay flag at the start of the parade and has since tied it around his shoulders

Shiro’s holding a sign that on the front says “God said Adam and Eve so I did both” but on the back has a message that Matt hasn’t seen “My boyfriend has no clue I’m going to propose today.”

Shiro proposes halfway through the parade (Lance’s group was actually just a little behind them and he and Hunk caught the entire thing on camera). The music from the parade cut out and all of their closes high school friends, Shiro’s dad and Matt’s parents emerge from the crowd whilst a song they both adore (“Marry Me” by Jessica Smith - when Lance uploads the video he makes sure to link the song in the description to credit the artist) starts to play, Shiro gets passed a mic and he starts to sing (his voice isn’t perfect but it’s damn good) When the chorus (May All Recognise Real love Yours and mine Make all love Equal) comes on the friends and family members hold up the lyrics to spell out MARRY ME. Matt is completely stunned (the gay flag cape had been stolen by Keith earlier so at least he didn’t look like a complete idiot) Then Shiro’s getting down on one knee and opening a box with a ring in it at Matt’s crying.

“What do you say, Cadet? Wanna get hitched?”

“Oh for christ- Just put the ring on my finger and kiss me idiot!”

Matt’s still crying as Shiro slides the band onto Matt’s finger and swoops up for a kiss, before turning around to yell “HE SAID YES!”

The crowd goes wild

Allura

Allura is a beautiful Lesbian and she and Elena get on swimmingly (Elena has the biggest crush on her and she and Lance cry about how beautiful she is from her videos)

Her user is PrincessOfAltea she does beauty tips and tricks as well as a gaming channel - she’s surprisingly good and is one of The Best players in a game called Altea (It’s an RPG Quest series) - her subscribers love how amazing she is and she usually plays with Matt, Pidge, and Shiro - Keith sometimes joins in and he’s surprisingly good.

She’s Alfor and Coran’s daughter (Alfor’s biologically - they got a surrogate mother - who they still keep in contact with - she’s Ace/Aro and also goes to Pride with them but she couldn’t make it this year)

(Coran is wearing this )

She met Shiro through working out at the same gym - He mad a mini bi crush on her and gushed to Matt about the Pretty Girl at the gym for weeks

(Matt didn’t get too jealous - as soon as he lent over and pressed a kiss to Shiro’s lips, he would generally shut up about Pretty Girl and think about Pretty Boyfriend instead)

Allura is covered head-to-foot in glitter (as are Coran and Alfor) because of an incident that happened at Shiro’s flat with Pidge, a pop-tart and glitter Allura was opening to dab on her face.

She has the lesbian flag painted like war paint on her cheeks and a pastel top with two girls kissing on it that says “Girls like Girls like Boys Do” on it.

She’s also parading around with a sign that says “I love my emo gay son” with a picture of Keith’s face on it.

Keith

Keith has been out for years. Literally since he was thirteen.

(He came out via a dinner conversation, when Matt was over for dinner at the Shirogane Household one evening. Matt had been talking about how all teenage boys are supposed to be obsessed with girls and wanting to date girls etc. and Keith had simply said “Well I don’t like any girls but I was in calculus the other day with Jared and I thought he looked cute. I wouldn’t mind being his boyfriend.” A bug eyed Papa Shirogane had asked “Keith are you gAY?” - Keith had asked what that meant and after Shiro had explained “B-boys who l-like other b-boys... romantically.” Keith had shrugged dismissively and said “Well I guess then, yeah, I am.”)

He’d also been watching SirLancelot’s videos since Lance had begun YouTubing (at first they’d just been braces-Lance and Hunk prank videos and relatables middle schoolers version) And has pretty much been In Love since.

However, this was Keith’s first ever Pride - the only reason he’d actually agreed to go was because he knew Shiro planned to propose and he didn’t want to miss that, despite the overwhelming threat of an large-crowd-induced anxiety attacks.

He’d gone with a simple gay outfit, black shorts, ratty converse, flannel around his waist, rainbow suspenders and a tank top Shiro had gotten him especially (that said Too Gay For This World)

At first Keith had refused to wear it (he secretly adores this top and Shiro Knows)

He has his own YouTube channel which isn't isn’t nearly as popular as Lance’s - but he has a solid fanbase

His user is CryptidKeith and his channel is called The Keith-Files - Conspiracy Theories

His fans are called his Cryptids and he is continuously referred to as “The Wild Keef” due to a comment Pidge once made in one of their Conspiracy collabs

Of course Hunk and Pidge have done many collabs and when its mentioned that most going are YouTubers they decide to meet up and introduce their friendship groups - Lance decides to vlog it all as he is anyway - First Pride.

[Part 1]/[Part 2]

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ghostsinthewoods · 8 years ago

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Chapter Three: Born to Lose

“You really think it was him?”

The old Birthday Zone of the Party Barn was the same as it always was: dusty, quiet, and littered with birthday streamers. Mae and Gregg had been the first to arrive, like usual, and the two best friends sat alone on their makeshift stage.

“I mean, I didn’t really get a good look at him the last time I saw him, but he looks like what I remembered,” Mae sighed. “Only, you know, not bleeding and crying.”

Gregg was acting like Beatrice had when Mae told her about this; surprised, but not entirely disbelieving. Mae kind of liked having her friends believe her. Then again, running into someone from an old softball game was a lot more likely than ‘Oh, hey, ghosts.’

Not that ghosts were impossible. In fact, in Mae’s opinion, they were very possible. The possiblest.

“That sounds like a pretty garbage night,” Gregg said consolingly.

“And the worst part is I didn’t even see Bombshell!” Mae blurted.

“Oh!” Gregg said. “Uh, yeah, I guess that’s… worse?” He blinked in confusion. Mae realized almost immediately that Gregg wouldn’t really be able to get this. He’d been dating Angus for years, after all. He probably didn’t know remember anxious seeking out someone you were into was.

“I mean, on the plus side, Jackie didn’t, like, blow up at me or anything,” Mae began.

“Jackie’s cool,” Gregg interrupted. “She’s really intense.”

Wait. Gregg knew Jackie? Well, Mae thought, everyone in Possum Springs probably knew at least a little bit about Jackie. It was a small town, and she’d been big news.

“I guess,” Mae sighed. “Whatever. Yeah, it was a garbage night.”

“Throw that night in the garbage can, where it lives,” Gregg said.

“I saw a raccoon living in a garbage can once,” a voice said.

Mae nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard it. She knew who it was, of course, but she hadn’t seen him where he was standing. He was partially obscured by one of the Party Barn’s support beams. It didn’t look like he was trying to hide; it was just where he’d chosen to stand.

“Oh, hey, Germ,” Gregg said to their visitor. He didn’t seem as freaked out as Mae.

“Hey,” Germ said, stepping out from behind the pillar. He walked up to the stage, hands in his jacket’s pockets.

Mae frowned. Honestly, if Germ hadn’t saved their lives and given them sodas, she’d have been a little mad at the little weirdo. As it was, she was merely perturbed. Not that Mae new what ‘perturbed’ meant.

The scraping sound of the rear door opening filled the room, and was followed by a pair of voices talking to each other.

“Yeah, he’s coming home in a few weeks, so I’ve gotta visit her.”

“You really should talk to him about that, Angus. You’d think he’d understand.”

Beatrice and Angus stepped into the Birthday Zone. Neither of them was smiling. None of them were smiling. Well, Germ never emoted much, but for the rest of them, it was clear they were all kinda moody.

Gregg, at least, perked up when he saw Angus. “Hey, Cap,” he said. “How was work?”

“Someone came in trying to sell ‘cursed video tapes’,” Angus said.

“Holy shit,” Mae said, amazed. “Where’d they get them? A warlock flea market?”

“Those aren’t a thing, so no.” Angus responded. “And they were just old jazzercise tapes from the 90’s.”

“Jazzercise is a type of curse,” Bea said.

Mae found herself laughing at that, despite feeling down. When she heard her laugh, Bea looked over at her, concerned. It made Mae feel weird. Why the heck did Beatrice have to be such a Mom Friend? Jeez, Bea.

“You feeling any better?” Beatrice asked. “After last night, I mean.”

“Ugh. I guess,” Mae sighed. “I dunno. Like, how am I even supposed to feel? He clearly didn’t recognize me. Which is weird. I mean, you’d think what happened would be pretty memorable. Should I feel good that he didn’t know who I am? Because I don’t.”

“Wait,” Angus said. “Who are we talking about?”

Mae filled Angus in. All about how, the night before, she’d gone to a party, had the world’s worst conversation, didn’t see the world’s hottest Bombshell, and also ran into the kid who she’d put in the hospital.

“Wow,” Angus said. “That sounds like a garbage night, Mae.”

“Hey, that’s what I said!” Gregg exclaimed. His expression got all mushy. “Awww, Cap’n.”

Angus chuckled, but it seemed like he had a lot on his mind, as well. Whatever. Mae could ask when they were done playing. If they actually got around to playing, that is. Lately, band practice had become a support group for death cult survivors.

Only, like, occasionally the support group played a song.

“Alright, chief,” Mae said, turning her attention back to Gregg. “What are we playing?”

Gregg seemed to snap back to reality. The boring version of reality that didn’t involve gushing over his boyfriend. He fidgeted, and soon pulled out an old, worn spiral notebook that he’d been sitting on. Written on the cover, in black magic marker, was ‘CAMG’.

“Holy shit, dude,” Mae said. “Where’d you find that?”

“It was under one of our couch cushions,” Angus explained. “No clue how it got there.”

“I think I stashed it under there once during one of our post-band jam pizza parties,” Gregg said. He passed the old notebook to Mae, who began leafing through its pages.

“What is that thing, anyway?” Bea asked. “What’s it say on the front?”

“Casey, Angus, Mae, Gregg. This is our old songbook,” Gregg said. He was positively beaming, and he probably would have been flailing his arms if he wasn’t sitting down. “From back when we started the band in, like, 11th grade. It’s got all of our old songs in it.”

Mae flipped through the pages, feeling the worn paper between her fingers. Different pages were marked with post-it notes. Originally, they each had tried to use a different colored note for their individual songs, but after the great Post-It Note War, they’d just all started using Angus’s blue ones.

Mae could still remember them trading this book around every few days. It tended to spend most of its time with Gregg or Casey, but Mae had written a few songs herself. She flipped to one of the red post-it notes, and found herself looking at one of her old songs.

She then promptly flipped the page, because it was the song that should not be named. Ever.

The song after hers, however, was one she didn’t recognize. Mae didn’t think they’d ever played this one. It was written in Casey’s scratchy handwriting, lyrics accompanied by simple notes. The song’s title was written up in the header:

‘BORN TO LOSE.’

I don’t know where I’ve come from

Don’t know where I’ll be

I see these folks living their lives

Every night on the TV

Me, I’ve got no life to live

So tell me what you’d see

If I gave it all I’ve got to give

And you said goodbye to me

It took Mae a bit to really wrap her head around this. Casey had never been poetic, but he’d been pretty good at writing lyrics. And these were definitely lyrics from a Casey song. All of Casey’s songs were like this, unless they were about skatboards or monster trucks. But even those songs were kind of downers.

“This is really sad,” Mae mused.

“Yeah, it’s pretty beat up,” Gregg said. “I must’ve sat on it, like, a million times.”

“No, I mean this song,” Mae grumbled. “You sitting on something isn’t sad, Gregg. Your butt isn’t sad.”

Gregg only gave Mae a blank look, but the bassist returned her attention to the song. The more lyrics she read, the more she started to realize something.

“Guys, we have to play this,” she said. “This thing is like a memento from Casey.”

That got Gregg’s attention. “It’s definitely a Casey song,” He said, reading over Mae’s shoulder. “Scratch that. It’s a high school Casey song. He wasn’t that great at music back then.”

Gregg pointed at something written in the margin of the notes. “See? Right here, it says ‘the big solo.’ What’s that even mean? Whose solo?”

“Probably a drum solo,” Angus said. “Casey liked to show off.”

Hearing Casey being talked about in the past tense like that made Mae feel awful. Lately, her dreams had been especially bad. The fire, the stars, the Casey; they were all getting more and more vivid. Almost like it was real.

“Hey, for all you know, I am real.”

“Oh, shut up,” Mae grumbled. She tried to ignore the strange looks her friends gave her.

The band jam had gone pretty smoothly once they’d deciphered Casey’s handwriting. The melody had been simple, but then again, it had been written back when they were just starting out and only knew, like, four notes. On the plus side, it had been pretty hard to screw up.

After they had practiced, everyone was more or less free. They’d all decided to head on out to Taco Buck for dinner afterwards. That was fine with Mae; Taco Buck was delicious, and it was cheap enough that she didn’t feel bad about her friends paying for it.

Germ had tagged along. He hadn’t asked or anything; he’d just sort of followed them. Mae was kind of used to that by now.

“My jacket still smells like barf,” Gregg said as he chowed down on the limited edition pierogi taco.

“It’s hard to clean barf out of a leather jacket,” Angus commented.

“I have no idea what you guys are talking about, but can you not talk about it when I am literally eating?” Bea asked.

“They’re not talking about anything,” Mae said. “They’re crazy liars.” She hurriedly took a bite out of her pizza taco.

“I can’t believe you’d attack our character like this,” Gregg said, raising his hand to his mouth in fake shock.

Angus defensively put his arm around Gregg, as if to protect him from Mae’s words. “This slander shall not stand,” he said, his tone as deadpan as always.

That brought a small round of chuckles out of the assorted friends.

A moment of silence passed before someone finally spoke. When they did, Mae almost wished they hadn’t.

“So, it turns out that moving is kind of really hard,” Gregg said, his mouth full of onions and taco meats.

Mae felt a weight in her stomach. That might have been the pizza taco, though.

“Do you guys, like, have an apartment picked out?” Bea asked. She seemed fine with this sort of talk. Well, Mae thought, Bea was kind of tough. Even if she was sad they were moving, she probably wouldn’t show it.

Mae looked over at Germ to see if he was okay with this talk of moving and Bright Harbor. Germ, as always, seemed unperturbed (Again, a word Mae barely knew). He was busy just shoveling corn chips down his throat. Just, really going at them. Wow.

“We’re heading down there in a couple of weeks to check places out,” Angus said. “Should be fun.”

“I’m totally gonna learn to surf!” Gregg yelled excitedly. “It’s gonna be so cool, guys. God, I can’t believe we’re already so close.”

“Yeah, me either,” Mae muttered. She solemnly took another bite of her pizza taco.

It tasted like sadness and crispy cheese.

After dinner, the gang said their goodbyes, and it was time to head home. As always, the walk home from Taco Buck was a journey of self-discovery and upset stomachs. Mae really needed to stop eating enough food for, like, four people.

Eh. Maybe later.

“It really sucks that I died before I got a chance to eat at the taco place.”

“Oh, god, just shut up,” Mae whispered under her breath. This late, the streets were fairly empty. Even so, Mae didn’t want to risk being heard.

She wasn’t even sure when she’d started hearing Casey when she was awake. It had just happened. He hadn’t even started out as a voice, so much as an idea. And even now, he was just the idea of a voice.

It occurred to Mae that hearing the voice of your dead friend inside of your head probably wasn’t a good sign. Oh, well. She had an appointment with Dr. Feldman in a few days; she’d talk about it then.

“You’re not gonna talk about it. You’re not gonna talk about anything. You’ll clam up.”

“God, you’re not even real,” Mae grumbled. “You’re just, like, stress, or guilt, or whatever. Or maybe I’m going nuts. I was already heading down that road. You know, with all of my brain problems.”

“You should, like, not ever go outside again. You might see Andy again, and then it’d be weird.”

“I am going to drive a drill through my skull and into your imaginary face,” Mae snarled. “I don’t care if you’re real or not. You, face, drill.”

“What?”

Mae froze when she heard the voice. She hadn’t been paying attention, and hadn’t seen Selmers sitting out on her front porch. The older woman was staring at Mae, who did her best to hide her embarrassment.

“You okay, Mae?” Selmers asked. “You were, like, mumbling to yourself.”

Mae sighed. “Yeah. Just… tired. Really, really tired.”

“You say that you’re tired a lot,” Selmers pointed out. “How much sleep are you getting?”

“I dunno. Ten, eleven hours?”

“Oh,” Selmers said. “So, sleep isn’t the main problem, I guess.”

Mae wandered over to Selmers’ front steps and took a seat beside her. Selmers didn’t seem bothered by this. She’d always been laid back and cool, even when Mae was a kid. Almost a big sister, kinda.

“Lately, I can’t stop thinking about all of my screw ups,” Mae said. “Something big happened to me last year, and I kinda thought that it would, like, change the way I look at things. But I guess even if it did, the stuff that’s happened still happened.”

“I’m not sure I follow,” Selmers said. “What kinds of screw ups are you thinking about? I think we all, like, think about our mistakes sometimes.”

“I’m talking about the big screw up,” Mae explained.

“Oh,” Selmers said. She evidently didn’t need to ask any more questions. Even if she hadn’t been there during the softball incident, it was a small town, and news traveled fast.

“You know,” Selmers said, “and I don’t know if this will help, but a buddy of mine from the program said that, in AA, they’ve got a thing called making amends.”

“I don’t think I should join AA. I don’t really drink,” Mae said. “My dad used to go to meetings, and he got, like, a bunch of medals or something. For not doing beer.”

“That’s cool,” Selmers said. “Medals are cool.

“But, anyway, if you feel like you’ve made some serious screw ups, you could try that whole making amends thing. Like, try and make it right with the people you’ve hurt. Or something. I dunno. I’m sleepy.”

The idea was scary. Apologize to people she’d hurt? Aside from Andy, there were lots of people that Mae would need to make amends with.

At the same time, though, the idea sounded really good. Mae had no clue how well it could possibly work out, but at the very least, it would provide some closure. Right?

“Selmers,” Mae said, “you give really good advice.”

“Thanks,” Selmers said. “I’m wise beyond my years.”

That night, in her dreams, Mae visited the fire again.

She had been thinking about the party again, so it made sense. Mae usually tried to not think about the Possum Leap party, but her idea of making amends had gotten her thinking about it.

She couldn’t just start off with apologizing to Andy. The next party wasn’t for, like, a month. Or so Mae assumed.

So, it would make sense to start making amends around town. There were probably a lot of people in Possum Springs that Mae needed to apologize to.

“Like who?” Casey asked. “The pierogi guy? Mr. Penderson?”

Mae scoffed. “No, those guys are jerks. All I did was, like, steal or vandalize those guys. I’m talking about people I actually hurt.”

“Like me, when you threw a softball at my head?”

“No,” Mae said. “You agreed to that. Besides, the Frisbee you threw hurt a lot more than some dumb baseball.”

“Do you think my parents still put up posters?” The Dream Casey asked. “A lot of posters been going up lately. Those folks in the mine had friends and family.”

“Shut up,” Mae grumbled. She didn’t want to think about this. Not that the Dream Casey was giving her much of an option. “It’s not my fault. Those guys were assholes. I’m not upset that they’re probably dead.”

“People still miss them, though. People don’t know what they did, who they were. We all die cold, alone, and in a hole.” The Dream Casey popped what looked like a marshmallow into his mouth. Mae couldn’t really tell what it had been; everything was blurry today.

“That’s inspiring,” Mae muttered. “You got a lot more cryptic when you became a ghost, you know that?”

“Yeah, I’m, like, spooky, and shit,” Casey said. “Assuming I even am a ghost, that is. You might just be going nuts with your guilt.”

Mae said nothing. Why bother arguing in a dream? What would that possibly accomplish? In every dream Mae had ever happened, everything felt like it wouldn’t change. Events just happened. It was scary.

“You should go steal my boat,” Casey said, “and, you know, live in it. Like a boat hobo.”

Mae frowned. “Casey, I don’t even know what you did with your boat. And I’m not going to live in it; it probably can’t fit a mattress.”

“You’re sleeping on your arm,” Casey argued. “You ate too many tacos and your stomach is upset.”

That was all true, but Mae didn’t think it would make her more likely to live in a boat. “I like it better when you’re being spooky and guilt-trippy.”

“Lumpy pillow!” Casey screamed.

And he was right. The pillow was lumpy.

#night in the woods #nitw postgame #nitw fanfic #mae borowski #bea #beatrice santello #gregg #greggory lee #angus delaney #postgame #nitw #germ warfare #jeremy warton #selmers #casey hartley #part 3

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